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Skatterman & Snug Brim - Foolz | Скачать MP3 бесплатно
Foolz

Foolz

Skatterman & Snug Brim

Альбом: Word On Tha Streets
Длительность: 4:42
Год: 2008
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It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)
It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)

Ayy, you a fool, motherfucker
Need to kick back and learn the rules, lil' buster
You show potential, you a cool lil' hustla
Stop jumpin' on the deep end of the pool, lil' fucker
School lil' busters, tell them 'bout your dark past
Tell they little mark ass to slow down when they dart past
They ain't listenin' (Nah), say a prayer for 'em
Too hard-headed to notice they family's there for 'em
They runnin' with the wrong crowd
Listenin' to gangsta music, sayin' all the words in the songs loud
Streets don't lie, you plug, you a thug
You the laughin' stock, I seen your name drug through the mud
'Cause you a dud, no firepower
Your partner got you fooled, you probably standin' by a coward
I could talk about you pussies an entire hour
But I need to eat beats and mics because that's what I devour

It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)
It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)

Oh, you's a fool with it, huh nigga? You play for keeps
Saggin' your pants, packin' straps and jumped out in the streets
Snortin' your yow to powers, then toss a couple bags
Then pop the top on the whiskey, now you wanna roll with your mag
Paintin' the town, game face on, lips locked
Teeth grittin', no safety, pistol on cock
What is a handgun these days? Fuckers got K's
Quick to use 'em too, knock off your stunner shades
Now comes the consequence, look at the jail time
Which one is you? Is you real or is it tell time?
Are you gon' do your twenty-four with necessary stress?
Or you gon' get your cigarettes and coke and sign the checks?
You lil' niggas think you harder than what you are
Regardless, I stay with my spark and my Peter Parker
So start it and I promise I'ma finish where it goes down
You niggas know now, I rep the Mo-Town

It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)
It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)

Since Michael Jackson beat it and them bitches wore moon boots
I been wantin' money, bustin' pistols out moon roofs
The OG's say shoot (Shoot), I squeeze on my deuce-deuce
'Til this day I still send some shit through your Bluetooth
And then I say scoot (Scoot)
The feds in the hood when them niggas yell "Yoof, yoof"
You can't get too spooked
I ain't gotta lie to you peoples, I did that
Blew a quarter million, took a quarter and hid that
Blew that quarter million, fell off and I slid back
The dope game behind me, but I still preach big crack
The game is tic-tac-toe, motherfucker (Drop down)
Time to pay what you owe, motherfucker
I know, motherfucker (Yeah, I know)
You niggas ain't hot, you so-so, motherfucker (Yeah)
If the record don't sell, I push blow, motherfucker
And tell Aphrodisiac he want us now (Nigga)
It's twenty grand a show, motherfucker (For real)

It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)
It's hard for a hustla, give props to a pimp
Survive through the struggle, I walk with a limp
Not 'cause I'm tryna be cool, see I'm just packin' my tool
'Cause where I'm from these lil' niggas is fools (They fools)