Doin' The Fool Lyrics
| Song | Doin' The Fool |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Artist | Too $hort |
| Artist | Pimp C |
| Artist | Pastor Troy |
| Artist | Al Kapone |
| Album | Loyalty & Betrayal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bailey, Butler, Pross, Shaw ... | |
| Nigga up in this mother****er | |
| I mean i been ****in with this mother****in burgundy carpet pimpin | |
| What about you pimpin, i mean i know you ****in around with that | |
| Purple bag youknowhatimean? that crown royal, oh boy! | |
| I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz | |
| Up in this m'uh****er right here today | |
| We got that nigga.. e-feezy, too $hort, knahmean | |
| Pimp c up in this mother****er, nigga pastor troy | |
| [too $hort] | |
| Damn fool.. i hits free (free) it ain't wholesale | |
| Just got through hittin it so well, at a hotel | |
| But don't tell (don't tell) i cuss your ****in ass out bitch | |
| **** yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch (beitch) | |
| And when you wake up, i tell you anything | |
| You ****ed me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring | |
| I practice what i preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes | |
| I told her i'd buy some clothes, but i'd be lyin to hoes | |
| I ain't buyin her shit, bitch i can't do that | |
| I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab | |
| Cause i'm out.. you know i'm all about ****in hella good | |
| Take the rubber off i'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch) | |
| Near you, real soon.. | |
| Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools (real fools) | |
| And it's true, and baby girl knows it too | |
| Ask her shit, she'll tell you how i do it fool | |
| [chorus] | |
| Doin the fool! - ain't no love mother****er we breakin the rules | |
| Doin the fool! - niggaz like me ain't got nuttin to lose | |
| Doin the fool! - we servin you haters straight off the top | |
| Doin the fool! - just to let you know this shit don't stop | |
| [pastor troy] | |
| Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the braves | |
| Down here chillin with e-40 cause it's time to get paid | |
| C'mon, actin a fool, cause y'all know how i'ma do | |
| She ****ed me, pimp c, and $hort too | |
| I drank no brew, it's remi, that special kind | |
| Don't **** with who? my nigga, you out yo' mind | |
| Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers | |
| Actin a fool bout this mother****in scrilla | |
| No one no trill'a, but tell them, i'm down mayne | |
| Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit | |
| So if it's cool, it's cool.. | |
| But just that quick, i act a fool.. | |
| [chorus] | |
| [e-40] | |
| But i ain't never been a sucker | |
| I ain't never been a mark | |
| I ain't never been a busta | |
| I ain't never been a simp, potnah i always had heart | |
| Papered up hustlin never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon | |
| Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon | |
| Be extra mannish (extra mannish) get some skull | |
| Purple bag, crown royal (royal) | |
| Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoiled (spoiled) | |
| Mummar kamali(?) all over her body, she used to that | |
| Potnah big 40 had it like that | |
| Cadillac (cadillac) sittin on buttons, 32 valve | |
| The dts (dts) half a gallon to the mile | |
| Platinum chest (platinum chest) lite brite, love to smile | |
| What a mess (what a mess) horny ****ed me on my desk | |
| Kitchen tile (kitchen tile) then she swallowed up the rest | |
| Ask me how (ask me how) a fat ass cum shot on her breast | |
| She said, "it's been a while since i had sex" (what she say?) | |
| She said, "it's been a while since i had sex" (what she say?) | |
| (she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!) | |
| .. c'mon c'mon, okay okay! .. | |
| [chorus] | |
| .. c'mon c'mon .. | |
| [pimp c] | |
| Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar | |
| Everyday i'm choppin blades, comin through on old school maids | |
| Got in this game so heavily, just like frankie beverly | |
| Silly nigga that southern girl | |
| Put cocaine up in your world | |
| Cause i'm a young ass nigga on the slab | |
| Comin through in a whippin nav' | |
| I used to be out on the ave | |
| But now all my keys got the midas stamp | |
| Change my name to sweet charles | |
| Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne | |
| Comin down in burgundy brougham | |
| And i keep a chip off in my phone | |
| Sweet charles, bitch! hold up | |
| Smoke somethin.. | |
| .. c'mon c'mon .. |
| zuo ci : Bailey, Butler, Pross, Shaw ... | |
| Nigga up in this mother er | |
| I mean i been in with this mother in burgundy carpet pimpin | |
| What about you pimpin, i mean i know you in around with that | |
| Purple bag youknowhatimean? that crown royal, oh boy! | |
| I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of playerass niggaz | |
| Up in this m' uh er right here today | |
| We got that nigga.. efeezy, too hort, knahmean | |
| Pimp c up in this mother er, nigga pastor troy | |
| too hort | |
| Damn fool.. i hits free free it ain' t wholesale | |
| Just got through hittin it so well, at a hotel | |
| But don' t tell don' t tell i cuss your in ass out bitch | |
| yo' drunkass and watch you pass out bitch beitch | |
| And when you wake up, i tell you anything | |
| You ed me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring | |
| I practice what i preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes | |
| I told her i' d buy some clothes, but i' d be lyin to hoes | |
| I ain' t buyin her shit, bitch i can' t do that | |
| I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab | |
| Cause i' m out.. you know i' m all about in hella good | |
| Take the rubber off i' m in your mouth comin to a town beatch | |
| Near you, real soon.. | |
| Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools real fools | |
| And it' s true, and baby girl knows it too | |
| Ask her shit, she' ll tell you how i do it fool | |
| chorus | |
| Doin the fool! ain' t no love mother er we breakin the rules | |
| Doin the fool! niggaz like me ain' t got nuttin to lose | |
| Doin the fool! we servin you haters straight off the top | |
| Doin the fool! just to let you know this shit don' t stop | |
| pastor troy | |
| Okay okay up next, oh, it' s the boss, from the home of the braves | |
| Down here chillin with e40 cause it' s time to get paid | |
| C' mon, actin a fool, cause y' all know how i' ma do | |
| She ed me, pimp c, and hort too | |
| I drank no brew, it' s remi, that special kind | |
| Don' t with who? my nigga, you out yo' mind | |
| Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers | |
| Actin a fool bout this mother in scrilla | |
| No one no trill' a, but tell them, i' m down mayne | |
| Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit | |
| So if it' s cool, it' s cool.. | |
| But just that quick, i act a fool.. | |
| chorus | |
| e40 | |
| But i ain' t never been a sucker | |
| I ain' t never been a mark | |
| I ain' t never been a busta | |
| I ain' t never been a simp, potnah i always had heart | |
| Papered up hustlin never ' posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon | |
| Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon | |
| Be extra mannish extra mannish get some skull | |
| Purple bag, crown royal royal | |
| Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoiled spoiled | |
| Mummar kamali? all over her body, she used to that | |
| Potnah big 40 had it like that | |
| Cadillac cadillac sittin on buttons, 32 valve | |
| The dts dts half a gallon to the mile | |
| Platinum chest platinum chest lite brite, love to smile | |
| What a mess what a mess horny ed me on my desk | |
| Kitchen tile kitchen tile then she swallowed up the rest | |
| Ask me how ask me how a fat ass cum shot on her breast | |
| She said, " it' s been a while since i had sex" what she say? | |
| She said, " it' s been a while since i had sex" what she say? | |
| she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy! | |
| .. c' mon c' mon, okay okay! .. | |
| chorus | |
| .. c' mon c' mon .. | |
| pimp c | |
| Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar | |
| Everyday i' m choppin blades, comin through on old school maids | |
| Got in this game so heavily, just like frankie beverly | |
| Silly nigga that southern girl | |
| Put cocaine up in your world | |
| Cause i' m a young ass nigga on the slab | |
| Comin through in a whippin nav' | |
| I used to be out on the ave | |
| But now all my keys got the midas stamp | |
| Change my name to sweet charles | |
| Smell like sixtyfour dollar cologne | |
| Comin down in burgundy brougham | |
| And i keep a chip off in my phone | |
| Sweet charles, bitch! hold up | |
| Smoke somethin.. | |
| .. c' mon c' mon .. |
| zuò cí : Bailey, Butler, Pross, Shaw ... | |
| Nigga up in this mother er | |
| I mean i been in with this mother in burgundy carpet pimpin | |
| What about you pimpin, i mean i know you in around with that | |
| Purple bag youknowhatimean? that crown royal, oh boy! | |
| I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of playerass niggaz | |
| Up in this m' uh er right here today | |
| We got that nigga.. efeezy, too hort, knahmean | |
| Pimp c up in this mother er, nigga pastor troy | |
| too hort | |
| Damn fool.. i hits free free it ain' t wholesale | |
| Just got through hittin it so well, at a hotel | |
| But don' t tell don' t tell i cuss your in ass out bitch | |
| yo' drunkass and watch you pass out bitch beitch | |
| And when you wake up, i tell you anything | |
| You ed me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring | |
| I practice what i preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes | |
| I told her i' d buy some clothes, but i' d be lyin to hoes | |
| I ain' t buyin her shit, bitch i can' t do that | |
| I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab | |
| Cause i' m out.. you know i' m all about in hella good | |
| Take the rubber off i' m in your mouth comin to a town beatch | |
| Near you, real soon.. | |
| Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools real fools | |
| And it' s true, and baby girl knows it too | |
| Ask her shit, she' ll tell you how i do it fool | |
| chorus | |
| Doin the fool! ain' t no love mother er we breakin the rules | |
| Doin the fool! niggaz like me ain' t got nuttin to lose | |
| Doin the fool! we servin you haters straight off the top | |
| Doin the fool! just to let you know this shit don' t stop | |
| pastor troy | |
| Okay okay up next, oh, it' s the boss, from the home of the braves | |
| Down here chillin with e40 cause it' s time to get paid | |
| C' mon, actin a fool, cause y' all know how i' ma do | |
| She ed me, pimp c, and hort too | |
| I drank no brew, it' s remi, that special kind | |
| Don' t with who? my nigga, you out yo' mind | |
| Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers | |
| Actin a fool bout this mother in scrilla | |
| No one no trill' a, but tell them, i' m down mayne | |
| Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit | |
| So if it' s cool, it' s cool.. | |
| But just that quick, i act a fool.. | |
| chorus | |
| e40 | |
| But i ain' t never been a sucker | |
| I ain' t never been a mark | |
| I ain' t never been a busta | |
| I ain' t never been a simp, potnah i always had heart | |
| Papered up hustlin never ' posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon | |
| Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon | |
| Be extra mannish extra mannish get some skull | |
| Purple bag, crown royal royal | |
| Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoiled spoiled | |
| Mummar kamali? all over her body, she used to that | |
| Potnah big 40 had it like that | |
| Cadillac cadillac sittin on buttons, 32 valve | |
| The dts dts half a gallon to the mile | |
| Platinum chest platinum chest lite brite, love to smile | |
| What a mess what a mess horny ed me on my desk | |
| Kitchen tile kitchen tile then she swallowed up the rest | |
| Ask me how ask me how a fat ass cum shot on her breast | |
| She said, " it' s been a while since i had sex" what she say? | |
| She said, " it' s been a while since i had sex" what she say? | |
| she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy! | |
| .. c' mon c' mon, okay okay! .. | |
| chorus | |
| .. c' mon c' mon .. | |
| pimp c | |
| Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar | |
| Everyday i' m choppin blades, comin through on old school maids | |
| Got in this game so heavily, just like frankie beverly | |
| Silly nigga that southern girl | |
| Put cocaine up in your world | |
| Cause i' m a young ass nigga on the slab | |
| Comin through in a whippin nav' | |
| I used to be out on the ave | |
| But now all my keys got the midas stamp | |
| Change my name to sweet charles | |
| Smell like sixtyfour dollar cologne | |
| Comin down in burgundy brougham | |
| And i keep a chip off in my phone | |
| Sweet charles, bitch! hold up | |
| Smoke somethin.. | |
| .. c' mon c' mon .. |
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