Coolio- Gangster's Paradise

So I gotta be down with the hood team

Too much television watching got me chasing dreams

I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger

Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away

Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four?

Power and the money, money and the power

What's going on in the kitchen? But I don't know what's cookin'

Tell me why are we, so blind to see

Living in a gangsta's paradise

Living in a gangsta's paradise

Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of

Minute after minute, hour after hour

As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool

Look at the situation they got me facing

If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?

On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light

I'm the kind of g' that little homie's wanna be like

Living in a gangsta's paradise

Living in a gangsta's paradise

I guess they can't, I guess they won't, I guess they front

I really hate to trip but I gotta loc'

That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!