Where fools go, I don't think so And how high they rise Where fools go, I don't think so Where fools go, where fools go Where fools go
Lennox a lot And I dont like lookin, I go in there to cop Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot Spendin money with the strippers u go in there to watch
make my rounds, pick up my car from My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular like Dre be hittin' his switches Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where
That Wu-Tang click [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, yo, yo I demolish emcees in the south go south Sound few projects that really don't doubt Well as I remember I was 12
started poundin' I took off because I'm goin' to town and Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool
me act a fool fuck 12 rounds nigga Nigga fuck some rules it's time to pay yo fuckin' dues Bustin' heads is what we do bitch go get yo fucking crew And
then wrapped the 6 fo' round a telephone pole I looked at ma' car and I said "oh brother" I'll throw it in the gutter and go buy another walkin' home
ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser A born hustler my uncle's a drug user I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward Where fools into killing
We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta
homies decided to come through Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round
fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank Lets meet my homie
blow up in your face None taste worse that a plan gone sour Your power slippin thru your fingers like dimes and nickels. We go pistols U know where to
to let you know you won't turn your head when you go When I think about you Everything changes You you got to go You you got to go You you got to go
Young player from Oakland I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing? AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons You got the audacity to false claim where
Felix Mitchell, D and Black era Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers Fool I been round
a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, la times first page *chorus* [eazy-e] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
Wrapped The 6 Fo' Round A Telephone Pole I Looked At Ma Car And I Said "Oh Brother" I'll Throw It In The Gutter And Go Buy Another Walkin Home And I Seen
