Doin The Fool Lyrics by E-40

Doin The Fool Lyrics

    [e-40 talks over intro]
    Nigga up in this motherfucker
    I mean i been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
    What about you pimpin, i mean i know you fuckin 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'uhfucker right here today
    We got that nigga.. e-feezy, too , knahmean
    Pimp c up in this motherfucker, nigga pastor troy

    [too ]
    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 fuckin ass out bitch
    Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch (beitch)
    And when you wake up, i tell you anything
    You fucked 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 fuckin 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 motherfucker 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 fucked me, pimp c, and too
    I drank no brew, it's remi, that special kind
    Don't fuck with who? my nigga, you out yo' mind
    Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers
    Actin a fool bout this motherfuckin 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 fucked 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 jones
    Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne
    Comin down in burgundy brougham
    And i keep a chip off in my phone
    Sweet jones, bitch! hold up
    Smoke somethin..

    .. c'mon c'mon ..


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