Lyrics:

Gangsters' Paradise
Coolio


1. As I walk through the valley of the shad-ow of death
I take a look at my life
and re-al-ize there's noth-ing left
Cause I've been blas-ting and laugh-ing so long-that
ev-en my mom-ma thinks that my mind is gone
But I nev-er con-demn a man that don't de-serve it
Me be treat-ed like a punk?
You know that's un-heard of
You bet-ta watch how ya talk-in'
And where ya wali-in' or
You and ya hom-ies might be lined in chalk
I real-ly hate to trip but I got ta loc
As they croak I see my-self in the pis-tol smoke
Fool I'm the kin-da G the lit-tle hom-ies want to be like on
my knees in the night,
Say-ing pray-ers in the street light

* Been spind-ing all their lives
liv-ing in a gang-sta's
par-a-dise
Been spind-ing most their lives
liv-ing in a gang-sta's
par-a-dise

2. Look at the situation they got me facing
I can't live a normal life,
I was raised by the state so I gotta be down with the hook team
Too much television wa