Footage of Coolio Performing "C U When U Get There" Live at Top of the Pops in 1997.
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Lyrics:
Yeah, it's a hit
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 that you're low-keybut you're broke and
Let me get you open
Now little Timmy got his diploma and
Little Jimmy got life
And Tamika 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 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 can never by replaced by a buster
And though I got love for ya
I know I can't trust ya
'Cause my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dustas
And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more
I guess that's just the way it goes
I ain't tryna preach, I believe I can reach
But your mind ain't prepared
I'll 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
I'll see you when you get there (yo, what up, huh?)
(You know Ghost had to jump)
(On the unplugged version with you) if you ever get there
(Rest in peace, Michael Jackson) see you when you get there
Hmm, check it
Stressed by this game of life, I can't lie
Sometimes I sit at home and contemplate suicide
But Lord knows, this nigga don't wanna die
I find myself with clenched fists lookin' towards the sky
Question God, "Why?" With a tear from my eye
"Does anybody really care if I'll ever die?"
Do I have friends or all of y'all fake?
When I'm rollin', are they done or is it my money to take?
I wanna leave it all just to 'scape from this cold world
But I'm not quite ready to fall
Time's moving too fast and it seems like it's too late
No friends at my funeral, no friends at my wake
They hatin' on my niggas 'cause we hussle for our papers
You gotta live your life and do it for your every day
They try to hate my race for the colour of our skin
While I hussle, sell dope, and take care of my kid
I'll see you when you get there
If 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
Okay now, here's the situation
I raised in a racist nation and then given an inferior education
A respresentation as in a tow-up area of the inner city
Where life is iffy, and average self-esteem is itty-bitty
But we're lookin' for no pity, you can miss me
Go ahead and talk, but if you diss me they gon' have to come and get me
They wanna bend me for my city, acting like they down
But they against me, they tempt me to touch either shoe 'til it's empty
They take my child into penitentiary, they'll touchdown for a century
They're grillin' me, you feelin' me?
That's why I'm waitin' in the bushes
Now for those that are responsible, the villa wouldn't all push it
Put yourself in my position, would you go on or would you listen?
Under these conditions, get bold 'til somebody's comin' up messin'?
When the lights come on, we run words or mice, so be prepared
I hope you ain't scared
I'll see you when you get there
If 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
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