Coolio - It Takes A Thief

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 butter 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass 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 shit 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 nigga, the bigger the gat be I don't give a fuck 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 shit 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 shit 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 motherfuckers out there that want your shit So you better watch out, better watch your back Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit Know what I'm sayin?