Hi Fi
Selling sugar for money in the dead of the night
And her soul's in the sugar and her heart's in the mud
And she's crying with a stranger for someone to love
And she sings
Look at me, see me
Look at me, save me
Free me, find me
'Cos if there's somebody for someone
Yeah look at me
Somebody for someone
There's a deep boy at the corner shop
Watching sugar sell for money to the dead at night
And he sees in her an angel in the cruelest of worlds
Hiding in the darkness screaming out for love
(Screaming out for
Lotto karamba Fucc Coolio
[Dialing a number from a cellular]
40 Thevz: Hello
Coolio: Yo what's up homeboy, I'm out front the club, what's goin' on, there's a lot around the corner this muthafucka is cracking,
40: What
C : Hell yeah, man y'all better bring your ass down here man.
40: We on our way man, we're coming through then...
C: Aight, look, look, look. I'ma tell homeboy at the do' to let y'all
in.
40: Hook it up, hook it up!
C: Nigga sac, nigga bring a sac.Stop at some jamaicans and shit.
40: We're on our way.
C: Alright then.
40: Aight.
[hang up]
Bouncer: Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you?
C: Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on the look for 'em.
B: Right. Hey you muthafuckas move back, man. One line.
X: Man, look, look. There go that nigga Coolio. They're lettin' him in with tennis shoes and shit. Don't wanna let us in.
Y: Fuck that nigga Coolio,man. I'm gonna fuck that nigga up.