Lyrics:
in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough-re-mi cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice
you're making a fool of me
You got me sprung and I don't care who sees (listen)
'Cause, baby, you got me, you got me so crazy, baby (whoa)
Got me
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please
(One who acts dope
know man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no more)
People, I'm in love with you
(Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't know me man)
I'll be fading you cause
Paper chasing got me going crazy while I'm kicking it
Lately I been lookin back, missing all the little shit
Always busting
home from the studio
I've been a fool so don't you ever try to fool me bro
Never stressin I usually keep a doobie close
Wait, listen
I think about it all
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Yo, A don't often see Seemo
But you defo won't see me wi Deano
Catch me in Gangs
Doobie in hand
And u ken that it's preemo
They say they got Green
damn right my life‘s been crazy
new house, new money, nothing Fugazi
these fools trying to copy me
This shit to crazy
Came from the gutters
came from
giving up now I'm thugging through the rain
You see me popping now, now you wanna take the Blame
[Chorus]
Loves a losing game only played by fools
Fool Me
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
blocks, fuck every OP, I'm back in Cali
My brothers around me looking profoundly at me
Like Stoney, roll another doobie and jump back on the beat
I'm happy
on an Econ feel like Elon got a check and it's missing yeah
Elon
Money Elon
My granny told me to sing song
Smoking a doobie no King Kong
Ain't you tired
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
drive me crazy
Helping my version get way too hazy
Feeling lazy cause emotions in my brain
Acting crazy girl, you'll go make a sane man go insane
She so
they ain't got shit on me (Woo)
Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me
Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
Try me one
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
or not, they got more love for me here
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
'Cause brothers, you don't know the half
On the streets I
slipping I'm fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
And when the light turns green, I
right now a young nigga be smoking in peace
I don't got time to be stressing about people who talk about me
Girl you so funny whatever they tell you you
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
(Thinking you wanna fade me, Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat
You
my palm
Won't you take a walk with me through the Compton Vietnam
And let me show ya, fools much bolder
A busta is a punk compared to a fuckin
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