Act a Fool

It's Friday night on the streets of L.A. I'm goin' out, been hangin' round the house all day So I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my Caddy Armor on my wheels, shine up my Daytons Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin' Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my zapp tape to pop in my dash Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat Found my old fired tape of the song "knee deep" So I popped it in, then I pumped it up Love hearin' funk, because disco sucks Body got chills when the basses started poundin' I took off because I'm goin' to town, and Won't be back 'til mornin', don't have to go to school (Better get ready) I'm finna act a fool Now I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin He answered the phone and said "what's up?" I said "what's happenin'?" He said, "where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck" "If you want to go, just wear neutral colors If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother" Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco A pack of Dentyne and I pulled out a 10 And said, "fuck it, Supersacco and gin I'm finna act a fool" Now I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin Feelin' like a pimp 'til my tape started draggin' It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing Pulled it out and slapped in dana dane Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn He said, "when we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn'" So he got in the car, lookin half-dead So I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head Now I'm feelin' tipsy, and I'm headed for Watts But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop? Sexy Susanna, had a butt that kills Pretty long hair, but they say it's not real Aladdin yelled "these fake or real?" she threw a rock in my glass So I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass I checked out my window, everything was cool She was lucky I was nice and I didn't act a fool We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk Got out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirp After that we made our way, I tried not to fall Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl Got to the door, and what spots my eye? My homeboy Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai So I stumbled his way and said, "hey, pass the jay" I took a hit then I reached for my mouth spray This girl asked me to dance, but I told the hoe no 'Cause she was on my tip 'cause of my big gold rope But it seems she got offended, that's splendid Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it 'Cause I feel like a gangster, and I just don't care About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelery All she want to do is tell her friends that she screwed me I get nutty, act a fool when I want to Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life Beat you down and have you smokin' the pipe (You know why?) 'Cause I'm cool (Well, kill me! Shoot me, muthafucka!) (I gotcha) (Oh Goddamn)