E-40 - Doin' The Fool Lyrics
[e-40 talks over intro]Nigga up in this mother*****erI mean I been *****in with this mother*****in burgundy carpet pimpinWhat about you pimpin, I mean I know you *****in around with thatPurple bag youknowhatimean? that crown royal, oh boy!I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggazUp in this muh*****er right here todayWe got that nigga.. e-feezy, too $hort, knahmeanPimp c up in this mother*****er, nigga pastor troy[too $hort]Damn fool.. I hits free (free) it aint wholesaleJust got through hittin it so well, at a hotelBut dont tell (dont tell) I cuss your *****in ass out ********** yo drunk-ass and watch you pass out ***** (beitch)And when you wake up, I tell you anythingYou *****ed me so good *****, you deserve a wedding ringI practice what I preach, ridin vogues and findin hoesI told her Id buy some clothes, but Id be lyin to hoesI aint buyin her shit, ***** I cant do thatI had to jump in my car, and call you a cabCause Im out.. you know Im all about *****in hella goodTake the rubber off Im in your mouth comin to a town (beatch)Near you, real soon..Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools (real fools)And its true, and baby girl knows it tooAsk her shit, shell tell you how I do it fool[chorus]Doin the fool! - aint no love mother*****er we breakin the rulesDoin the fool! - niggaz like me aint got nuttin to loseDoin the fool! - we servin you haters straight off the topDoin the fool! - just to let you know this shit dont stop[pastor troy]Okay okay up next, oh, its the boss, from the home of the bravesDown here chillin with e-40 cause its time to get paidCmon, actin a fool, cause yall know how ima doShe *****ed me, pimp c, and $hort tooI drank no brew, its remi, that special kindDont ***** with who? my nigga, you out yo mindFresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killersActin a fool bout this mother*****in scrillaNo one no trilla, but tell them, Im down mayneGo grab my leather, and get into some gangster shitSo if its cool, its cool..But just that quick, I act a fool..[chorus][e-40]But I aint never been a suckerI aint never been a markI aint never been a bustaI aint never been a simp, potnah I always had heartPapered up hustlin never posed to handcuff a beaotch, monPimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, monBe extra mannish (extra mannish) get some skullPurple bag, crown royal (royal)Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoiled (spoiled)Mummar kamali(? ) all over her body, she used to thatPotnah big 40 had it like thatCadillac (cadillac) sittin on buttons, 32 valveThe dts (dts) half a gallon to the milePlatinum chest (platinum chest) lite brite, love to smileWhat a mess (what a mess) horny *****ed me on my deskKitchen tile (kitchen tile) then she swallowed up the restAsk me how (ask me how) a fat ass cum shot on her breastShe said, its been a while since I had sex (what she say? )She said, its been a while since I had sex (what she say? )(she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!).. cmon cmon, okay okay! ..[chorus].. cmon cmon ..[pimp c]Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy barEveryday Im choppin blades, comin through on old school maidsGot in this game so heavily, just like frankie beverlySilly nigga that southern girlPut cocaine up in your worldCause Im a young ass nigga on the slabComin through in a whippin navI used to be out on the aveBut now all my keys got the midas stampChange my name to sweet charlesSmell like sixty-four dollar cologneComin down in burgundy broughamAnd I keep a chip off in my phoneSweet charles, *****! hold upSmoke somethin.... cmon cmon ..
