Текст песни
Too fast, too furious. I'm too fast for y'all man. Too fast, too furious. I'm too fast for y'all man. You just got home from doing a bid, Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool. Somebody broke in and cleaned out Your crib, boy what you gon' do? Act a fool. Just bought a new pair of These Gucci shoes, tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool. Now the cops tryna throw you In the county blues, boy what you gon' do? Act a fool. Talking 'bout bets, traps, Cops and robbers. It's nine one one, please call the doctor. Evacuate the building trick the pigs. Does everybody want a piece? We gon' split your wigs. See some fools slipped up and overstepped they Boundaries. You 'bout to get your dome, get the Fuck from 'round me. You peeps keep talking kinda shitty on. You'll disappear like poof, bitch be gone. You think twelve gon' catch me? Give me a break. I'm supercharged with the hideaway License plate. It seems they wanna fingerprint me And give me some years. They only get one Finger when I'm switching gears. Got suede on my roof with grain on the Dash. Sheepskin on the rug, golden grain in the Stash. Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride. We go front, back, and side to side. Two hoes just tricked up and made you spill Your drink, tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool. Now your car just stopped on An empty tank, boy what you gon' do? Act a fool. If you got late bills and You lost your job, tell me what you gon' Do? Act a fool. If you 'bout to get drunk and you ready To mob, boy what you gon' do? Act a fool. Let's take it to the streets 'cause I'm ready to cruise. Just caught me in my car, saw some brand New shoes. And the people all stare, so I Love to park it. And I just put a Computer in the glove compartment. With my pedal to the floor, radar in the Grill. TV in the middle of my steering wheel. It's my car's birthday, so we blowing them candles. More speakers in the trunk than my ride can Handle. Got my name in the headrest, read it And weep. Nice tank in the back, camel hair On the seat. And when I pull up to The club, I get all the affection. 'Cause the women love the paint, they can see They reflection. I'm about to take off, so F What you heard. Because my side mirror's flat like A fucking bird. And for the fools, we gon' Clock one and we'll pop one. 'Cause my four ride a shotgun with a shotgun. You just got hustled for a wad cash, Man what you gon' do? Act a fool. Now your friends just smoked up Your brand new stash, say what you gon' do? Act a fool. Now them girls up the block Still running they mouth, boy what you gon' do? Act a fool. Is anybody talking bad 'bout the Dirty South? Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool.
FanEOne, Benz Boyz, Michigan Mauler — Act A Fool
«Act A Fool» — FanEOne, Benz Boyz, Michigan Mauler. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:44. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
