Coolio - It Takes A Thief lyrics

One dark night i need some ends I got a spot cased out i'm breakin in I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like bu*ter Suction cup, window up Now i'm on the inside lookin for some loot 38 special i don't wanna have to shoot I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh Steel tote boots, black khaki suit A real quick search and nobody's home Just like i planned, now i'm home alone I hope ya don't mind if i use tha phone And fix me sometin to eat before i'm gone I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9 Rolex off the desk so i can tell the time No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow You better take some no doughs Now i'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods Throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood Let me be brief, i'm on the creep I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief Chorus: Oh yeah! it takes a thief Yeah yeah! it takes a thief It takes a motherf**in thief! it takes a thief Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep Oh yeah! it takes a thief Yeah, yeah! it takes a thief It takes a motherf**in thief! it takes a thief Keep ya hand on your gun when i'm on the creep I need a lick real quick-like My mind ain't wrapped tight I scale like mike tys so call this fright night You don't wanna see me comin down the street when i'm broke and it's dark So run your motherf**in pockets 'fore they find your a** dead in the park Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers No i ain't the cops, i just want your rings And your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain Don't try nuttin strange or i'm blowin out'cha brains I rob from the rich so i can get rich I ain't got sh** so i take what i can get I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends My grip ain't high enough so i'm robbin on my friends Somebody out there's out to get me The smaller the n***a, the bigger the gat be I don't give a f** about your pain and your grief You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief Chorus x 1/2 There's a buster on the west side, i heard he gotta grip And he's outta town on business so i'm schemin on his sh** I heard he got kis and gs and deeds And guns and big trash bags full o' weed I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van So now i guess i'm the telephone man The bathroom window ain't got no alarm I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm It didn't take long to find what i was lookin for I was damned near finished when i heard a key in the door I jumped in the closet and checked my clip Pulled my ski mask down, i can't believe this sh** I counted to five and the front door opened up I counted three more and the front door was shut I counted five more to give me some space Then i jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face I loaded up the van in broad daylight Cos looky lou's have their high beams on at night I take the backstreets to avoid the heat And never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief Chorus Outro: Oh yeah! Yeah yeah! Hey yeah! Just a reminder to let you know There's motherf**ers out there that want your sh** So you better watch out, better watch your back Can't be goin to sleep, protect your sh** Know what i'm sayin?