Throwdown 2000

By Coolio

On My Soul

Released on August 26, 1997

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[Chorus]

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And give a loc a little dap when he roll through


[Verse 1]

If it be a dope beat that all y'all seek

Get up out your seat and let me see your technique

Freak your physique and you bet' not come weak

Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep

Never comin' cheap, 40 creep, and I

Hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep

I steal knowledge from the rich and give it to the poor, it's

Coolio loco, the ghetto witch doctor, super you are

Take it from the back and bring it to the front

'Cause you gotta give the people what they want, lil' punk

Do the stomp, do the butt, big homie, shake your gut

As long as you get your ass up (Up)

It's a party over here and let me make it clear

40 Thevz is the crew, so you better come anew

Ain't a damn thing change since the first one

And if you didn't hear the album, go get one (Get one)


[Chorus]

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And give a loc a little dap when he roll through


[Verse 2]

Here come the thief on the old school beat

And I never knew the meaning of the word defeat

The master of disguise wanna see the people rise

Yet, fools try to deny that the mind is fly

Just cook 'em all up like gumbo and block they ass like Mutumbo

'Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo

We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes

Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band or the Wu-Tang Clan

I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga

It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the crossfader

Now what if hip-hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall

And what if hip-hop had to take a great fall? And

What if rhyme was a crime and each and every time

That you spit a dope line, you might have to do some time?

Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town

But Coolio will be ready for the showdown


[Chorus]

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And pass a joint to the loc when he roll through


[Verse 3]

If the shoe fit, put it on and step

And if your ass can't cash, don't let your mouth write no check

Fools be in the fours or the vans with a switch

Uppercuts and karate kicks from Weird Al yank-it-quick

From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin' with the 4-0

This hip-hop that I'm holding'll make you remove your coat

It's the mandingo, everything but rhyme's broken

Breakin' and enterin' first position I supported

You can't understand how I do it, I'm just true to it

I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made in fluent, uh

Let it ring, let it rip, everybody holler

Like Marvin Gaye, but don't you let the record skip

Synchronize the watch 'cause the party don't stop

'Til the neighborhood watch call the cops

It's the wild-ass festival, coast line veteran

Once again droppin' bombs on your section (On your section)


[Chorus]

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And pass the brew to the loc when he roll through

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?

Yes, we are

Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

And give a loc a little dap when he roll through (Fool)