Fools from the Street - Dru Down/K. Foster
I'ma hustla to the heart pardon me dolly
I mastered the dice large and even three card molly
Slappin' bozo ni**a's for twenty bucks a rock
Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot f**k the cops
Now I'm on the ball 'cause it's all good in the hood
I'm glad as f**k
Dropped 'outta school because I hate math and stuff
Lay low runnin' off my pager can't press my luck
Stingy as f**k wit my bucks like scrooge McDuck
Nobody could stop the operation stackola
Get back roller you can't f**k wit this crackola
Because I got the Caribbean plates just like a Nubian
Happy so the five-0 won't jack me
F**k the jail sh*t it's corny
B**ches know I'm horny
The ni**a's that I hang wit got crew 'cause life is corny
We precieve the gat to the end so that you know
Sh*t I pull more b**ches then menaudo
Let me quit the ni**a's on the spot wanna take me out
Drive by Ms Daisy to raise me and take me plot
I got ya duckem don't slip for nobody
(F**k 'em)
Schemes gettin' thought up I'm never gettin' caught up
Keepin' my pockets so fat swift on my feet
Sayin' I'm out to the fools that's on my street
Well it's the crap shooter
Love to hit the fat buddah sack and you know that
My crew comes together like unverified
Raised in the ghetto's of Oakland
Had d**e in my pocket servin' knocks in the open
Walked close
And door close when I was on the night shift
Got a few indictments
Day to day excitements out my life quift
Rollin' in my cousins big K-5
Holy moly I stay high by drinkin' 40's
Had roly poly dice in my pocket
For the school house crap game
I had a dangle roll
/sometimes I wanna strangle ho's
But I scoop 'em like a spoon full of cereal
Never ate a trick 'cause that's
For kids duke you hear me though
But rigger though
Never was rigor mortis so face it
Pocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient it ain't sh*t
But a come up when I roll up on they knock
F**k pops I gotta have my props
I'm runnin' sh*t like Flo Jo
Never f**ked a Hobo
But I got my dick sucked
Now she's got the hiccups
I wakes up move a (unverified) head if ya dangle
I'm down you'll f**k around and get ya neck strangled
To swing a sell
And chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer
'Cause what I got will make ya sing a song
Like the Gap band
Likes ta dangle muthaf**ka's out they cash like a sishta
Well I'm the sickest
Wickedest ni**a you'd wanna be
A damn fool from the streets killin' enemies
And as I'm sleepin' in my street I'm havin' nightmares
I'm fully prepared and fully awared
And strapped wit the armor gage
And as a ni**a wakes up
I'm havin' thoughts of a murder scene
Robbery oh I had to hit the streets
Feelin' feelin' I like the f**kin' smell of some flesh
Killin' killin' I like to put a whole lot in yo chest
A maniac runnin' down the streets in the ghetto
I see a limo a white man in tuxedo
Tryna be slick but he's a task
Knowin' damn well he wouldn't catch me I'm too fast
'Cause I will bust a gage or two
'Rupt the f**kin' living rooms
And If I had to getaway
I'll find another place to stay
'Cause I'ma slick quick ni**a you can't f**k wit
A brotha from the gutter doin' dirt and I love it
Afterwards I'm chokin' like a damn fool
Smokin' on the blunt a yabba dabba f**kin' do
'Cause I'm luni like the luni f**kin' tunes
I need to go snatch a purse
So I can rent a room
Somebody jumpin' out the bushes wit a strap y'all
Checkin' everything except the sh*t in yo drawers y'all
I know (unverified) is sweepin' ni**a's off they feet
A murderize killer
Sick fool from the street yeah
