Doin' The Fool Lyrics - Singles - E-40

Nigga up in this motherfucker 

I mean I been fuckin' with this motherfuckin' burgundy carpet pimpin' 

What about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin' around with that 

Purple bag you know what I mean? That Crown Royal, oh boy! 

I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz 

Up in this m'uhfucker right here today 

We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean 

Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy 

Damn fool I hits free it ain't wholesale 

Just got through hittin' it so well, at a hotel 

But don't tell I cuss your fuckin' ass out bitch 

Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch 

And when you wake up, I tell you anything 

You fucked me so good bitch, 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 

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I ain't buyin' her shit, bitch 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 fuckin' hella good 

Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin' to a town 

Near you, real soon 

Infiltratin' hoes nigga, we some real fools 

And it's true and baby girl knows it too 

Ask her shit she'll tell you how I do it fool 

Doin' the fool 

Ain't no love motherfucker 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 shit don't stop 

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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 fucked me, Pimp C, and short too 

I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind 

Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind 

Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers 

Actin' a fool 'bout this motherfuckin' 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, but just that quick, I act a fool 

Doin' the foo 

Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules 

Doin' the foo 

Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose 

Doin' the foo 

We servin' you haters straight off the top 

Doin' the foo 

Just to let you know this shit don't stop 

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 get some skull 

Purple bag, Crown Royal 

Gotcha beaotch actin' mannish, think she spoiled 

Mummar Kamali all over her body, she used to that 

Potnah big 40 had it like that 

Cadillac sittin' on buttons, 32 valve 

The DTS half a gallon to the mile 

Platinum chest lite brite, love to smile 

What a mess horny fucked me on my desk 

Kitchen tile then she swallowed up the rest 

Ask me how a fat ass cum shot on her breast 

She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex' 

She said, 'It's been a while since I had sex' 

She said, oooh oooh oh boy 

C'mon c'mon, okay okay! 

Doin' the foo 

Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the rules 

Doin' the foo 

Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to lose 

Doin' the foo 

We servin' you haters straight off the top 

Doin' the foo 

Just to let you know this shit don't stop 

Doin' the foo 

C'mon c'mon 

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 ass 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, bitch! Hold up smoke somethin' 

C'mon c'mon