Act A Fool (Letra)

Queen

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[proof]
Niggas bite what they cant be
The rich throw what they cant eat
Niggas you aint sweet
Coughin and gaggin
Often i’m braggin
Got a big dick to stop my pants from saggin
Waggin your tail like a fag in the jail
Keep _on the fucker like weed bags in the mail
Empty you vein like a sword to flesh
You niggas rap about nothing like lord finess
(this is bugz)

[bugz]
Let me know
You niggas was shoot or start a scrap
You think they wanna shoot?
Ill put a bullet through they starter cap
This a about every niggas that i beat up
Stomped unconscience
Smacked with tha heater
Fuck you
Bugz dont give a fuck about your feelings
I blow your shit out like i gun hustle simmons
So hide your knot when you walkin up my block
Niggas smack you with the glock
And take the money out ya sock

[2x]
Know to act a fool
And wild out when we buzzin
Always rumblin
Roudy niggas dirty dozen
Cold blooded but album hotter then a oven
You want beef? what niggas start sumtin

[proof]
Its proof the total package
You total wackness
The fact is
You need a life time of practice
Im active bouce in the coupe
To the _
Found the foutain of youth
?mudon? is countin on proof
_ survival blaze _
Before armageddon snatched the prof
Out the bible
Kill a rival with the impact of a rifle
And ring the blood out ya
Before_ crypt and my disciple

(??)
Man lemme tell what type a nigga i am
Im the type of mutha fuckin that write rhymes that kill niggas
Im the type of nigga that niggas cant fuck with
You know what im sayin? that what type of nigga i am

[bugz]
You the type write away gone write a million rhymes a day
Come back around the way and sound the same ol entire way
Bugz will grab a brew and drink a proof from mary j
And bust a freestyle that sounds better then yo tape
You style is bitchy, i have a harder time with missy
Yo whole set up sucks like monica lewinsky
I can cop a seed and read a dictonary first
And kill you with a rap full of words
I just learned!

[chorus]

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Act A Fool (Letra)

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[ verse 1 ]
It’s friday night on the streets of l.a.
I’m goin out, been hangin round the house all day
So i take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the arco, put some gas in my caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gauge, i see jackers just waitin
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my zapp tape to pop in my dash
Can’t find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song "knee deep"
So i popped it in, then i pumped it up
Love hearin funk because disco sucks
Body got chills when the basses started poundin
I took off because i’m goin to town, and
Won’t be back till mornin, don’t have to go to school
(better get ready) i’m finna act a fool

[ verse 2 ]
Now i’m on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so i dialed up aladdin
He answered the phone and said "what’s up?" i said "what’s happenin"
He said, "where you been? i been tryin to get in touch
The party’s in watts," i said, "i don’t give a fuck"
"if you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell em you’re my brother"
Stopped at the store to buy me a cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by nabisco
[amount] and i pulled out a 10
And said, "fuck it, supersacco and gin
I’m finna act a fool"

[ verse 3 ]
Now i’m drivin down compton on my way to get aladdin
Feelin like a pimp till my tape started draggin
It’s a old tape anyway, it ain’t no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in dana dane
Got to aladdin’s house and i honked my horn
He said, "when we comin back?" i said, "6 n tha morn"
So he got in the car, lookin half-dead
So i gave him my cisco and took the 40 to the head
Now i’m feelin tipsy, and i’m headed for watts
But wait, what do i see sittin at the bus stop?
Sexy susanna, had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair, but they say it’s not real
Aladdin yelled (these fake or real?) she threw a rock in my glass
So i got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky i was nice and i didn’t act a fool

[ verse 4 ]
We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, i tried not to fall
Couldn’t walk a straight line if they let me crawl
Got to the door, and what spots my eye?
My homeboy mr. prince, and he’s smokin some thai
So i stumbled his way and said, "hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray
This girl asked me to dance, but i told the hoe no
Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended – that’s splendid
Before she starts somethin, i just slap her and end it
Cause i feel like a gangster, and i just don’t care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me
I get nutty, act a fool when iiwant to
Run up when i’m drunk and i just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin, your life
Beat you down and have you smokin the pipe
(you know why?) cause i’m cool

(well, kill me!
Shoot me, muthafucka!)
(i gotcha)
(oh goddamn)

Act a Fool (Letra)

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[Intro]
Yeah nigga I’m going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain’t got no motherfucking english
I’m from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you huurd me?)

[Chorus x 16]

Don’t make me act a fool (what!)

[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those bitches know
Still fuckin with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggaz spliting wigs
A couple fucking g’s nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still fucking with C (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma’s eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

[Chorus x 16]

[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon’s like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain’t done til it’s a dun-dadda
And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I’m underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I’m gunna be there
Can’t fall off because a nigga ain’t average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain’t Michael Jackson the P won’t quit
I’d rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

[Chorus x 16]

[Verse 4]
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don’t need know help
A nigga ain’t Puffy and a nigga ain’t Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga
We ain’t going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don’t like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I’m still rowdy
Nigga I’m still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I’m still in the game
Y’all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

[Chorus x 16]

Act A Fool (Letra)

D12

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[ verse 1 ]
It’s friday night on the streets of l.a.
I’m goin out, been hangin round the house all day
So i take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the arco, put some gas in my caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gauge, i see jackers just waitin
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my zapp tape to pop in my dash
Can’t find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song "knee deep"
So i popped it in, then i pumped it up
Love hearin funk because disco sucks
Body got chills when the basses started poundin
I took off because i’m goin to town, and
Won’t be back till mornin, don’t have to go to school
(better get ready) i’m finna act a fool

[ verse 2 ]
Now i’m on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so i dialed up aladdin
He answered the phone and said "what’s up?" i said "what’s happenin"
He said, "where you been? i been tryin to get in touch
The party’s in watts," i said, "i don’t give a fuck"
"if you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell em you’re my brother"
Stopped at the store to buy me a cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by nabisco
[amount] and i pulled out a 10
And said, "fuck it, supersacco and gin
I’m finna act a fool"

[ verse 3 ]
Now i’m drivin down compton on my way to get aladdin
Feelin like a pimp till my tape started draggin
It’s a old tape anyway, it ain’t no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in dana dane
Got to aladdin’s house and i honked my horn
He said, "when we comin back?" i said, "6 n tha morn"
So he got in the car, lookin half-dead
So i gave him my cisco and took the 40 to the head
Now i’m feelin tipsy, and i’m headed for watts
But wait, what do i see sittin at the bus stop?
Sexy susanna, had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair, but they say it’s not real
Aladdin yelled (these fake or real?) she threw a rock in my glass
So i got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky i was nice and i didn’t act a fool

[ verse 4 ]
We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, i tried not to fall
Couldn’t walk a straight line if they let me crawl
Got to the door, and what spots my eye?
My homeboy mr. prince, and he’s smokin some thai
So i stumbled his way and said, "hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray
This girl asked me to dance, but i told the hoe no
Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended – that’s splendid
Before she starts somethin, i just slap her and end it
Cause i feel like a gangster, and i just don’t care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me
I get nutty, act a fool when iiwant to
Run up when i’m drunk and i just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin, your life
Beat you down and have you smokin the pipe
(you know why?) cause i’m cool

(well, kill me!
Shoot me, muthafucka!)
(i gotcha)
(oh goddamn)