Biografía:
Coolio (nacido como Artis Leon Ivey Jr. el 1 de agosto de 1963 en Compton, California) es un rapero estadounidense que se dio a conocer con el éxito "Gangsta's Paradise" de la banda sonora de la película Mentes Peligrosas (Dangerous Minds).
Historia
Tuvo una infancia difícil, y tuvo que aprender a leer en 'Pelton Power Program For Kids' a la edad de 12 años, programa fundado por el músico texano de jazz Aaron Pelton. Comenzó a rapear tras graduarse en el instituto.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Verse
Ab
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I take a look at my life
Cm
And realize there's nothing left.
Ab
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
G Cm
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone.
Ab
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
G Cm
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.
Ab
You betta watch how ya talking, and where ya walking
G Cm
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk.
Ab
I really hate to trip but I gotta lob,
G Cm
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
Ab
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like,
G Cm
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light.
Chorus
Ab
We've been spending most our lives
G Cm
Living in a gangsta's paradise. - x2 -
Ab
We keep spending most our lives
G Cm
Living in a gangsta's paradise. - x2 -
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 'hood team,
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams.
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye.
I'm a locked out gangsta, set tripping banger
And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger.
Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away,
I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now, will I ever live to see twenty-four,
The way things is going I don't know.
Tell me why are we
So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt
Are you and me?
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Power in the money, money in the power,
Minute after minute, hour after hour,
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
It's going on in the kitchen
But I don't know what's cooking.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me.
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't,
I guess they won't,
I guess they front,
That's why I know my life is out of luck, foo!
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Tell me why are we
So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt
Are you and me?
Tell me why are we
So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt
Are you and me?
Ab
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
G
I take a look at my life
Cm
And realize there's nothing left.
Ab
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
G Cm
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone.
Ab
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
G Cm
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.
Ab
You betta watch how ya talking, and where ya walking
G Cm
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk.
Ab
I really hate to trip but I gotta lob,
G Cm
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
Ab
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like,
G Cm
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light.
Chorus
Ab
We've been spending most our lives
G Cm
Living in a gangsta's paradise. - x2 -
Ab
We keep spending most our lives
G Cm
Living in a gangsta's paradise. - x2 -
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 'hood team,
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams.
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye.
I'm a locked out gangsta, set tripping banger
And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger.
Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away,
I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now, will I ever live to see twenty-four,
The way things is going I don't know.
Tell me why are we
So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt
Are you and me?
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Power in the money, money in the power,
Minute after minute, hour after hour,
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
It's going on in the kitchen
But I don't know what's cooking.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me.
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't,
I guess they won't,
I guess they front,
That's why I know my life is out of luck, foo!
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
We keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Tell me why are we
So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt
Are you and me?
Tell me why are we
So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt
Are you and me?
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