Dru Down - Fools From The Streets Lyrics
f/ The Luniz* send corrections to the typist(Verse 1: Numskull)I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dollyI mastered the dice large, and even three card mollySlappin bozo nigga's for twenty bucks a rockPlus I slang mad rocks on the spot, ***** THE COPSNow I'm on the ball, cause it's all good in the hoodI'm glad as *****, dropped outta school because I hate math and stuffLay low, runnin off my pager, can't press my luckSTINGY AS *****, wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuckNOBODY COULD, stop the operation stackolaGet back roller, you can't ***** wit this crackolaBecause I got the carribean, plates just like a nubianHappy so the five-0 won't jack me***** the jail shit, it's corny*****ES KNOW I'm HORNYThe nigga's that I hang wit got crew cause life is cornyWe precieve the gat to the end so that you knowShit I pull more *****es then menaudoLet me quit, the nigga's on the spot wanna take me outDRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me, and take me plotI got ya duckem, don't slip for nobody(***** em!)Schemes gettin thought up, I'm never gettin caught upKeepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feetSayin I'm out to the fools that's on my street(Verse 2: Yukmouth)Well it's the CRAP SHOOTERLove to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know thatMy crew comes together like ?????Raised in the ghetto's of OAKLANDHad dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the openWalked close, and door close when I was on the night shiftGot a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quiftRollin in my cousins big K-5Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40'sHad roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap gameI had a DANGLE ROLL, sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO'SBut I scoop em like a spoon full of cerealNever ate a trick cause that's for kids duke you hear me thoughBut rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face itPocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, IT AIN'T SHITBut a come up, when I roll up on they knock***** pops, I gotta have my propsI'm runnin shit like FLO JONever *****ed a HOBOBut I got my DICK SUCKEDNow she's got the HICCUPSI wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangleI'm down, you'll ***** around and get ya neck strangledTo swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayerCause what I got will make ya sing a song like the Gap bandLikes ta DANGLE MUTHA*****A'S OUT THEY CASH LIKE A SHISTA(Verse 3: Dru Down)Well I'm the sickest, wickedst nigga you'd wanna beA damn fool from the streets, killin enemiesAnd as I'm sleepin in my street I'm havin nightmaresI'm FULLY PREPARED, AND FULLY AWAREDAnd strapped wit the armorgaugeAnd as a nigga wakes up, I'm havin thoughts of a murder sceneRobbery, OOHHH, I had to hit the streetsFEELIN, FEELIN, I like the *****in smell of some fleshKILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put a whole lot in yo chestA maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghettoI see a limo, a white man in tuxedoTryna be slick, BUT HE'S A TASKKnowin damn well he wouldn't catch me, I'm too fastCause I will bust a gauge or two,'Rupt the *****in living roomsAnd If I had to getway, I'll find another place to stayCause I'ma slick, quick nigga you can't ***** witA brotha from the gutter doin dirt, AND I LOVE ITAfterwards, I'm chokin like a damn foolSmokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, *****in doCause I'm luni like the luni *****in tunesI need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a roomSOMEBODY JUMPIN OUT THE BUSHES WIT A STRAP Y'ALLCheckin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y'allI know ???? is sweepin nigga's off they feetA murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah
