E-40 - Doin' The Fool lyrics

[e-40 talks over intro] n***a up in this motherf**er I mean i been f**in with this motherf**in burgundy carpet pimpin What about you pimpin, i mean i know you f**in around with that Purple bag youknowhatimean? that crown royal, oh boy! I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-a** n***az Up in this m'uhf**er right here today We got that n***a.. e-feezy, too $hort, knahmean Pimp c up in this motherf**er, n***a pastor troy [too $hort] 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 f**in a** out b**h f** yo' drunk-a** and watch you pa** out b**h (beitch) And when you wake up, i tell you anything You f**ed me so good b**h, 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 sh**, b**h 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 f**in hella good Take the rubber off i'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch) Near you, real soon.. Infiltratin hoes n***a, we some real fools (real fools) And it's true, and baby girl knows it too Ask her sh**, she'll tell you how i do it fool [chorus] Doin the fool! - ain't no love motherf**er we breakin the rules Doin the fool! - n***az 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 sh** 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 f**ed me, pimp c, and $hort too I drank no brew, it's remi, that special kind Don't f** with who? my n***a, you out yo' mind Fresh off the grind, my n***az is the k**ers Actin a fool bout this motherf**in scrilla No one no trill'a, but tell them, i'm down mayne Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster sh** 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 s**er 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 bu*tons, 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 f**ed me on my desk Kitchen tile (kitchen tile) then she swallowed up the rest Ask me how (ask me how) a fat a** cum shot on her breast She said, "it's been a while since i had s**" (what she say?) She said, "it's been a while since i had s**" (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 n***a that southern girl Put c**aine up in your world Cause i'm a young a** n***a 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, b**h! hold up Smoke somethin.. .. c'mon c'mon ..