Coolio Julio

Keys: Whats good unk?!
Mitch Maserati: How you?
Keys: You know me, I’m chillin, just had to get the new timbs
Mitch Maserati: I see the drip! Whatchu finna get into?
Keys: Bout to cop this new too hard tape
Mitch Maserati: Ok, yeah I heard of youngin but I don’t really bang wit him all
like that
Keys: I hear you, I hear you
Mitch Maserati: Cause I’m more of a old school hip hop fan
Keys: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I feel it
Mitch Maserati: Nah’m sayin', if I’m listening to some new cats, I
I wanna listen to my man J. C
Keys: Thats a fact
Mitch Maserati: Matter of fact, aye!
Keys: That J.C.!? What up J.C.
Mitch Maserati: Right on time, why don’t you tell him what im talkin' bout,
how you get into this?
Well lem-me dig up in ya cran-ium
While you get blazed again
I’ll tell you the story of how I made it in
Just a youngin', wit a dream
I was nine-teen
Bussin raps, inside a class
That was emp-ty
Me and the homies was chillin', keepin' it lowkey
They found out I had a talent, but really I had a goal see
I was rappin in my room
And recorded it, by my lonely
Til that day came
When me and RonDon, slayed a whole beat
Up until then, I wasn’t confident, in my raps
No lie, sometimes, you know, that shit comes back
But anyway, I dropped a song and people heard it all over
I didn’t know that years later
I’d see my name on a poster
This shit is dope, like most
Ayo that’s word to mac miller,(yeah)
The flow, iller than thriller
I got ridi-culous figures
Comin, in like a model
I’m tryna make that the motto
I got the game down to a science
Like the poet Aristotle, ugh
Hook:
Coolio Julio x8
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word Word Word
Ugh ugh ugh, ch-yeah x2
Coolio Julio, ugh
Totally tubular
There’s nothing wrong witcha'
Gone and paint ya own picture
I deliver any style, I like, on the mic
When I write, it’s something special inside me that just ignites
It took a year, just to make, 20 dollars, off this rap shit
It matters not how long
As long as you can make it happen
The simple fact is
That it ain’t no half steppin
I took a leap a faith and formed a lyrical agression
Towards the haters, the masses, the fakers, the @er's
Whoever, whenever, the place no longer matters
See my vision, is basic
If I want it, I’ll take it
It’s blessin' from a youngin'
Just to see what I’ve become and now I’m poppin' like a gun in the hood,
I grew up in
Ya see it’s easy to say
I turned nothin, into somethin'
I’m not braggin', I’m just proud of the moments, ya know?
So at the shows
When you see me, know its
«Coolio Julio» (it's coolio)
Hook:
Coolio Julio x8
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word Word Word
Ugh ugh ugh, ch-yeah x2
Mitch Maserati: Ok, ok, thats what I’m talkin bout neph!
J.C.: No doubt, alright yall
Mitch Maserati: Yeah, appreciate you man
J.C.: I’mma see yall again!
Mitch Maserati: Keep it real