Low G - Don't Let Them Fool Ya lyrics

Chorus: Baby Bash & Grimm Don't let them fool ya We just come to school ya Glory, glory, hallelujah No rediness No blue, ah You know You know Repeat Chorus [Verse 1: Baby Bash] Now you be Living that fast track Chasing that a** crack I be making my money, f**ing with Dow Jones and NASDAQ We be blowin' on fat sacks And catching amnesia with these heaters Making believers out of haters and cheaters You know that violence interupts my dope trade I just do the herb, no c**aine Don't be afraid, boy To be all about your bread, boy Better watch the devil, cause that devil, he the decoy Destroy All that hate in your veins Count your change and rearrange Them games is played out, mayne Them dirty Mex, they wanna stop it, but I'm a play ya profit I get the dope, cook it up and rechop it Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] Smoking smelly I put a hole in your belly You wanna test us? Oh, really Got a call on my celly They wanna bury us Hah You f**in' haters sound hilarious The craziest I turn the brave to the scariest Smoke water and get wetter than Aquarius Thuggish Ruggish Million dollar budgets I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets My future's clear, just like a shot of vodka I got love from Corpitos to Uganda If you jealous Listen up, fellas It's no problem, to show you where hell is Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) [Rasheed] While some n***as is stickin' with ya, your murder's being choreographed Soldiers never sleep, I got your back in the aftermath After the last laugh, when the motherf**in' smoke clears n***as boke heads, chokin', hangin' like chandeliers I bust at the man in the mirror Makin' my face crack Replace that Rasheed, Dope House k**er, keep it comin' back Or runnin' back With a ball and chain in my hand Ain't no sustainin' the man, with the vision of the galaxy span [Low G] Respect that It's the million dollar wetback In jet black You cross my lina, get your head cracked Yeah, yeah Ya tu sabes quien soy Don't sweat me, boy Ya tu sabes donde estoy I'm on the hunt, G The only street, with the palm tree This Low G I only rap 'bout what is done, G Can't stop me Came to your city on a donkey The slaver I'm bringing back the word "flava" Repeat Chorus Twice [South Park Mexican] He's on crack She's on snow He's so old, he can't f** no more She's a who*e He's a snitch Most of my n***as dying over a b**h