Your homeboys and home girls it’s time for you to protect me in this crazzzzzzyyyy world
money situation must be dire for poor aul coolio
Bangers and mash with some gwavy on the side!
Ooooh here it goes
Had a jagerbomb with him in Trinity Rooms when he played there, sound guy but a bit of a volatile aura off him if that makes any sense
Does he live in Dublin now or what’s the craic..
Does he live in Dublin now or what’s the craic..
Coolio? The Gangeters Paradise fella?
I remember that. I was in the Cubs years ago and we went up to Wicklow in the middle of November when it was fucking baltic up there and that song was only out.
Someone had a single of it and a CD-player and they just played it on repeat over and over again all Sunday afternoon while we were waiting for the bus to come and pick us up.
Of course, the bus never came and it got dark, but Gangster’s Paradise kept playing.
They ended up sticking all 20 of us and a couple of leaders into the back of a fridge van for the trip back home.
With your backpack behind you, it was remarkably comfortable – so long as you stayed quiet incase the Gards stopped the van.
But, yeah, that’s what I associate Coolio with.
November with the Cubs in a the back of a fridge van.
How can I protect you in this gangsters paradise
I’m pretty sure I walked past Coolio on Grafton St last Sunday. He’s looking well
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Your homeboys and home girls it’s time for you to protect me in this crazzzzzzyyyy world
money situation must be dire for poor aul coolio
Bangers and mash with some gwavy on the side!
Ooooh here it goes
Had a jagerbomb with him in Trinity Rooms when he played there, sound guy but a bit of a volatile aura off him if that makes any sense
Does he live in Dublin now or what’s the craic..
Does he live in Dublin now or what’s the craic..
Coolio? The Gangeters Paradise fella?
I remember that. I was in the Cubs years ago and we went up to Wicklow in the middle of November when it was fucking baltic up there and that song was only out.
Someone had a single of it and a CD-player and they just played it on repeat over and over again all Sunday afternoon while we were waiting for the bus to come and pick us up.
Of course, the bus never came and it got dark, but Gangster’s Paradise kept playing.
They ended up sticking all 20 of us and a couple of leaders into the back of a fridge van for the trip back home.
With your backpack behind you, it was remarkably comfortable – so long as you stayed quiet incase the Gards stopped the van.
But, yeah, that’s what I associate Coolio with.
November with the Cubs in a the back of a fridge van.
How can I protect you in this gangsters paradise
I’m pretty sure I walked past Coolio on Grafton St last Sunday. He’s looking well