We meet every single day at the same old place
at the same old time
with the same state of mind
me and her together but we know it ain’t forever
we just happy for the time
the weed and the wine
the walks in the park escapades in the dark
we knew how it had to be right
from the very start coz
I got obligations and she’s in the situation
that she came to state so this is our fate
holding hands a smile, a glimpse
a kiss and a dance but we can’t take a chance on
gettin caught
so we stick to a plan coz
we both got another and they wouldn’t understand it
me and Mrs Jones have a thing going on
I wouldn’t call it love but it damn sure strong
it ain’t about doin’ dirt
or living like a flirt
but what they don’t know don’t hurt
me and Mrs Jones
-Chorus-
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
The very first time I met her I
saw her from across the room
and just when we be both but can’t consume
by the thought
of she and I being together so I
headed in her direction for some closer inspection
I intentionally brushed her hand her
skin had a satin touch
the feeling she gave me was
more than I could measure and
right away I
knew I had to have her with me
if not with me then maybe just to hit me
she got ten point skill and percision in the walk
and the way that she talk
make my mouth turn to chalk
she give me everything that I don’t get at home
and it seems like I’m a man coz her’s is always gone, now
tell me what love got to do with it
No coz we both feel good when we kickin’ it
some might say that I’m and should leave her alone
but me and Mrs Jones got a thang goin’ on
-Chorus-
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
It’s been about a year since we’ve been seeing eachother
and we’re a whole lot more than just part time lovers
coz when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve ’em
but her life is not revolved around how revolving
I’m the Shaka Zulu and she’s my fantasie, but
deep down inside we know that we can never be
any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar
when all of a sudden right out of the blue my
ladie got a clue on
what what we was up to and
wait a minute, damn
from what I understand
It seems that my woman’s been talking to her man
since we both in love with the people at home
it looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
coz I got a woman and she got a man so
that’s how it goes, and that’s how it is
-Chorus-
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
[We had a thang goin’]
Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
[We got a thing going on]
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones, oh yeah
We used to meet at the same place
same time
used to sit and talk it over
[We got a thing going on]
talk it over
Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones Mrs Jones

1:
1 2 3 4 Get your woman on the floor
Gotta gotta get up to get down
Gotta gotta get up to get down
What up everybody so glad you’re here
It’s Coolio with the flow back in your ear
This ain’t a fantastic voyage
But I’m still on a mission to see if I can
Get your attention
Now I want drops some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt AMP. 18s in the trunk
When I’m on the streets ya gotta feel my beats
So throw your hands up if you’re down with the C
Double O-L-I-O with the flow
I’m lookin’ for the party so let a brother know
1-2-3 it’s like A-B-C if hip-hop didn’t pay
I’d rap for free
2:
Slide Slide but that’s the past
I gotta sumpin’ brand new for that ass
(repeat 1, 1)
If ya got beef then fool eat a pork chop
Once I get it goin’ ya know it don’t stop
I brake like anti-locks panties drop
From hood to hood block to block
Help I need somebody
To get it goin’ on in the party
Baby you can do it take your time do it right
We can drink some yak and do it all damn night
My name ain’t Wanda but I’ll rock your world
I get more bounce than a Jherry Curl
Too many lookie-loos be lookin’ for clues
There’s a party goin’ on now whatcha gonna do
So grab your partner do-see-do
If you done know who it is it’s Coolio
(repeat 2, 1…)
Push, push in the bush
But don’t step on the toes ’cause you might get smushed
It’s the brother from around the way
And what I say I’m in the corner on three like Dr. Dre
Comin’ at ’em with a pattern and a fresh pair adams
I hope he don’t trip, ’cause
I don’t wanna have to gat ’em
So move your body, baby, drive the homies crazy
Then when you sake that ass it’s always amazin’
Ain’t no party like a west coast party
‘Cause a west coast party don’t stop
So when you see a young nigga
In a Chevy hittin’ switches
Then ya gotta give a nigga his props
I got sides in my rides and motion for your ocean
Coolio got the potion to get the party open
(rpt. 2, 1…)

5:30 in the morning and I haven’t been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet
Ten dollars in my pocket and now I’m on the creep
to the double up spot cos the shit is comin cheap
It’s 1984 and the rocks is all fat
Southern California LA is where it’s at
I’m smokin like a motherfuckin choo choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain aah
But nobody knows that I’m on the hype
Use to be in CREAM well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin
No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend
I’m stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap
and I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat
I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it
but I can’t cos I’m locked ‘n da closet
Bridge:
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Listen homey
No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to…
Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
Cos niggas don’t know that I’m smokin like Popeye
Mama’s in the kitchen cookin rice
Daddy’s in the pen doin life
Sister gotta husband, she’s a wife
And I’m in the backyard hittin the pipe
It’s been three or four months since I started usin
It’s a uphill battle and now I know I’m losin
I go to the spots where my face ain’t familiar
and I cook here jack cos I don’t know these niggas
I’m livin like a peasant and it ain’t pleasant
I think I need to change my direction
I got the five dollar piece now I’m all in the carpet
in the dark cos I’m locked ‘n da closet
Chorus:
Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell
Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
One year done passed and now I’m lookin dusty
Disgusted because my own mama don’t trust me
My sister’s on the trip cos she knows I’m on the hit
And I can’t take this shit
There’s a rumour goin round that I’m puffin heavily
and my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G
I guess they figured out that I broke in they house
and stole all they shit while they was out
My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
and Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne
Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke
Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute
But before I lost my respect
I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT!
Now I’m back to life, yeah I’m back to reality
Ain’t no side effects or technicalities
There’s one thing about it when your life is fucked
At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah
No more cocaine bitches
I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges
I’m out the closet *screaming*
Chorus:
Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell
Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
let em have it
Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell
Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s nuttin left
Cause I’ve been blastin and laughin so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone


But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk


I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I’m the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin prayers in the street light


We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paraside
(repeat)


Look at the situation, they got me facin
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the strict
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin got me chasin dreams


I’m a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loc’ed out gangsta, set-trippin banger
And my homies is down, so don’t arouse my anger, fool


Death ain’t nuthin but a heart beat away
I’m livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
I’m twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fo’?
The way things is goin I dunno


Tell me why are we — so blind to see
That the ones we hurt — are you and me
We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s runnin, but half of them ain’t lookin
It’s goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what’s cookin


They say I got ta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me
If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they cain’t — I guess they won’t
I guess they front; that’s why I know my life is outta luck, fool


We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)


We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
Tell me why are we — so blind to see
That the ones we hurt — are you and me
(repeat)

Verse One: Coolio

Now I’ve seen places and faces
And things you ain’t never thought about thinking
If you ain’t peek then you must be drinking and smokin
Pretending not to loc’in but you’re broken, let me get you open
Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life
And Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny
But who’s the dummy, cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster
And though I got love for ya, I know I can’t trust ya
Cause my crew is rollin home and your crew is rollin dusta
And just because of that you act like you don’t like the brother no more
Uh, I guess that’s just the way it goes
I ain’t tryin to preach, I believe I can reach
But your mind ain’t prepared, I’ll see you when you get there
Chorus:

I’ll see you when you get there
When you ever get there
See you when you get there
I’ll see you when you get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there
Verse Two: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)

More temptation and faith, I guess we livin for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a bullet and an AK
The situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted
I’m just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business
Cause it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
So you don’t get caught sittin’ when they come and do all the gettin
Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse
Someone’s gotta run a little faster cause we gotta lay the strugle
I’d be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
And if everybody’s a sinner then everybody could be a winner
No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers
And regardless of the time somebody out there still love us
I’m a scuff and struggle and y’all I’m breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something
I’ll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin
Chorus

Verse Three: PS (40 Thevz)

You need to loosen up and live a little
And if you got kids let them know how you feelin
For your own sake give a little
Oh, you don’t want to hear that, you busy tryin a stack
and keep them from the Jones’s is taking advantage of your own
The realest homies that you’ve been knowing for the longest
But some ain’t missing a good thing until it’s gone
Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us
We prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when
It’s something wrong and we desire
so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous
I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless
But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together
And if you feel you’re out of the game then you need to get back in it
Cause nothing worse than a quitter
you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother
so gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition
and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side
Chorus

Outro: Coolio

As we walk down the road of our destiny
And the time comes to choose which it gonna be
The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel
We got one push to give and one life to live
Stand up for something or lie down in your game
Listen to the song that we sing
It’s up to you to make it big
I guess I’ll see you when you see me
Chorus — fade out