C U When You Get There (Rerecorded) Songtext
von Coolio

I′ll see
When you get there
If you get there

I'll see
When you get there
If you get there

Now I′ve seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinking
If you ain't peeped then you must be drinking and smoking
Pretending that you′re locking but you′re broken
Let me get you open

Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life
And Tamikra 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 other 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A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya
′Cause my crew is rolling homers and your crew is rolling dusters

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 trying to 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
If you ever get there
See you when you get there

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 was raised in a racist nation and then given an inferior education
A representation 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′?
And 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

I'll see you when you get there (when you get there)
If you ever get there (if you get there)

I′ll see you when you get there (when you get there)
If you ever get there (if you get there)

I′ll see you when you get there (when you get there)
If you ever get there (if you get there)

I'll see you when you get there (when you get there)
If you ever get there (If you get there)