A native son of Compton, California -- a city that earned a reputation as one of the most dangerous in America during the 1980s due in large part to the gangsta rap movement and the rampant, real-life gang violence it depicted -- Coolio spent his formative years like so many others around him: addicted to crack and raising hell.
Unlike so may others around him, though, Coolio kicked the habit and rerouted his life in the mid '80s. He became a firefighter, working with different brigades around Southern California for about a year before dedicating his life to the rap game.
The move paid off.
Following a brief stint with the L.A. hip-hop collective WC and the Maad Circle, Coolio signed with Tommy Boy Records in the early '90s and released It Takes a Thief. The record earned a gold certification from the Recording Industry Association of America just two months after its release. A month after that, It Takes a Thief went platinum.
That was nearly 20 years ago. And a lot has changed.
"I don't even smoke pot no more," Coolio boasts. "Every time I smoke, I feel like coughing, my eyes get red. I get all stupid and sleepy, hella sleepy like I'm on heroin or something."
(He's not on heroin.)
Yet Coolio manages to thrive -- and stay relevant -- on a scene where drugs and decadence reign supreme. Ibiza, Spain, for example.
A day after celebrating his belated 50th b-day at LIV on August 2, Coolio will hop the Atlantic for a live gig in the Spanish party capital.
"It's kinda ill, man, to say I'm playing in Spain at the age of 50," he says, admitting that he's never been to Ibiza despite traveling through Spain several times before.
"I'm a little pissed off, though," Coolio says. "When you go to Ibiza, you're supposed to stay for at least five days. I'm only going to be there for, like, a day and a half, maybe two days. I want more. I hear it's a good time."