E-40 Doin` The Fool Lyrics

Doin` The Fool Lyrics

f/ Pastor Troy, Pimp C, Too $hort

[E-40 talks over intro]
Nigga up in this motherf**ker
I mean I been f**kin with this motherf**kin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, I mean I know you f**kin around with that
purple bag youknowhatImean?  That Crown Royal, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz
up in this m'uhf**ker right here today
We got that nigga.. E-Feezy, Too $hort, knahmean
Pimp C up in this motherf**ker, nigga 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**kin as* out bit*h
f**k yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bit*h (beitch)
And when you wake up, I tell you anything
You f**ked me so good bit*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 shit, bit*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**kin hella good
Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch)
near you, real soon..
Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools (real fools)
And it's true, and baby girl knows it too
Ask her shit, she'll tell you how I do it fool

[Chorus]
Doin the fool! - Ain't no love motherf**ker we breakin the rules
Doin the fool! - Niggaz 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*t 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**ked me, Pimp C, and $hort too
I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind
Don't f**k with who?  My nigga, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers
 
Actin a fool bout this motherf**kin scrilla
No one no trill'a, but tell them, I'm down mayne
Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit
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 sucker
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 buttons, 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**ked me on my desk
Kitchen tile (kitchen tile) then she swallowed up the rest
Ask me how (ask me how) a fat as* cum shot on her breast
She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex' (what she say?)
She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex' (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 nigga that Southern girl
put cocaine up in your world
Cause I'm a young as* nigga 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 Charles
Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne
Comin down in burgundy Brougham
and I keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet Charles, bit*h!  Hold up
Smoke somethin..

.. c'mon c'mon ..