Chorus: x2
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Don't Let 'Them Fool Ya
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We just come to school ya
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Glory Glory Hallelujah
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No red against no blue ya
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Uh, you know, uh, you know.
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Verse 1: [Baby Bash:]
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Now you be livin' that fast track
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Chasin' that ass crack
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I be makin' my money fuckin' without Jones & Nasdaq
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We be blowin' on fat sacks
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& catchin' amnesia with these heaters
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Makin' believers out of haters & cheaters
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You know that violence interupts my dope trade
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I just do the herb no cocaine
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Don't be afraid boy
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To be all about your bread boy
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But watch that devil 'cause that devil he's a decoy
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Destroy all that hate in your veins
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Count your change & rearrange
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Them games is played out man
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Them dirty mess they want to stop it but I'm a player profit
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I get the dope cook it up & rechop it.
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Chorus: x2
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Don't Let 'Them Fool Ya
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We just come to school ya
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Glory Glory Hallelujah
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No red against no blue ya
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Uh, You know, uh, you know.
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Verse 2 [South Park Mexican:]
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Smokin' smelly
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I Put a hole in your belly.
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You want to test us? Oh really?
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Got a call on my celly
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They want to bury us.
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[laugh] You fuckin' haters sound hilarious
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The craziest, I turn the brave to the scariest
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Smoke water & get wetter than Aquarius
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Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets
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I chop a bird & cook 36 Chicken Nuggets
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My future's clear just like a shot of vodka
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I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda
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If you jealous listen up fellas
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It's no problem to show you where hell is.
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Chorus: x2
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Don't Let 'Them Fool Ya
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We just come to school ya
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Glory Glory Hallelujah
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No red against no blue ya
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Uh, You know, uh, you know.
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Verse 3: [Rasheed:]
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While some niggas is stickin' with ya
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Your murder is bein' choreographed
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Soldier's never sleep I got your back in the aftermath
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After the last laugh
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When the muthafuckin' smoke clears
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Niggas broke hear
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Chokin' hangin' like chandliers
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I bust at the man in the mirror
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Makin' my face crack
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But blaze that Rasheed Dope House killer
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Keep it comin' back or runnin' back
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With a ball & chain in my hand
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Ain't no substain
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In The man with the vision of the galaxy span.
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Verse 4: [Low-G:]
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Respect that
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It's the million dollar wetback
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In jet black
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You cross my lane & get your head cracked
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Yeah yeah ya tu sabes qien soy
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Don't sweat me boy
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Ya tu sabes donde estoy.
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I'm on the Hunt G
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The only street with the palm tree's
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It's Low-G
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I only rap a what is done G
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You can't stop me
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Came to your city on a donkey
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The slavior I'm bringin' back the wet flavor!
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Chorus: x2
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Don't Let 'Them Fool Ya
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We just come to school ya
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Glory Glory Hallelujah
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No red against no blue ya
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Uh, You know, uh, you know.
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[South Park Mexican:]
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He's on crack
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She's on snow
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He's so old he can't fuck no mo'
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She's a whore
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He's a snitch
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Most of my niggas dyin' over a bitch.
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Don't Let 'Them Fool Ya
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| South Park Mexican |
