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Fools From The Streets - текст песни



Fools From The Streets


(feat. The Luniz)




[Verse 1: Numskull]


I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly


I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly


Slappin bozo nigga's for twenty bucks a rock


Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot, FUCK THE COPS


Now I'm on the ball, cause it's all good in the hood


I'm glad as fuck, dropped outta school because I hate math and stuff


Lay low, runnin off my pager, can't press my luck


STINGY AS FUCK, wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuck


NOBODY COULD, stop the operation stackola


Get back roller, you can't fuck wit this crackola


Because I got the carribean, plates just like a nubian


Happy so the five-0 won't jack me


Fuck the jail shit, it's corny


BITCHES KNOW I'm HORNY


The nigga's that I hang wit got crew cause life is corny


We precieve the gat to the end so that you know


Shit I pull more bitches then menaudo


Let me quit, the nigga's on the spot wanna take me out


DRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me, and take me plot


I got ya duckem, don't slip for nobody(fuck em!)


Schemes gettin thought up, I'm never gettin caught up


Keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet


Sayin I'm out to the fools that's on my street




[Verse 2: Yukmouth]


Well it's the CRAP SHOOTER


Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that


My crew comes together like ?????


Raised in the ghetto's of OAKLAND


Had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open


Walked close, and door close when I was on the night shift


Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift


Rollin in my cousins big K-5


Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40's


Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game


I had a DANGLE ROLL, sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO'S


But I scoop em like a spoon full of cereal


Never ate a trick cause that's for kids duke you hear me though


But rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it


Pocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, IT AIN'T SHIT


But a come up, when I roll up on they knock


Fuck pops, I gotta have my props


I'm runnin shit like FLO JO


Never fucked a HOBO


But I got my DICK SUCKED


Now she's got the HICCUPS


I wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangle


I'm down, you'll fuck around and get ya neck strangled


To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer


Cause what I got will make ya sing a song (Texts of songs ) like the Gap band


Likes ta DANGLE MUTHAFUCKA'S OUT THEY CASH LIKE A SHISTA




[Verse 3: Dru Down]


Well I'm the sickest, wickedst nigga you'd wanna be


A damn fool from the streets, killin enemies


And as I'm sleepin in my street I'm havin nightmares


I'm FULLY PREPARED, AND FULLY AWARED


And strapped wit the armorgauge


And as a nigga wakes up, I'm havin thoughts of a murder scene


Robbery, OOHHH, I had to hit the streets


FEELIN, FEELIN, I like the fuckin smell of some flesh


KILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put a whole lot in yo chest


A maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto


I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo


Tryna be slick, BUT HE'S A TASK


Knowin damn well he wouldn't catch me, I'm too fast


Cause I will bust a gauge or two,


'Rupt the fuckin living rooms


And If I had to getway, I'll find another place to stay


Cause I'ma slick, quick nigga you can't fuck wit


A brotha from the gutter doin dirt, AND I LOVE IT


Afterwards, I'm chokin like a damn fool


Smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, fuckin do


Cause I'm luni like the luni fuckin tunes


I need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a room


SOMEBODY JUMPIN OUT THE BUSHES WIT A STRAP Y'ALL


Checkin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y'all


I know ???? is sweepin nigga's off they feet


A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah



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