"Don't Let Them Fool Ya" lyrics
(feat. Baby Bash, Grimm, Low-G & Rasheed)
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[Baby Bash:]
Now you be
Living that fast track
Chasing that ass crack
I be making my money, fucking with Dow Jones and NASDAQ
We be blowin' on fat sacks
And catching amnesia with these heaters
Making believers out of haters and cheaters
You know that violence interrupts my dope trade
I just do the herb, no cocaine
Don't be afraid, boy
To be all about your bread, boy
Better watch the devil, cause that devil, he the decoy
Destroy
All that hate in your veins
Count your change and rearrange
Them games is played out, man
Them dirty Mex, they wanna stop it, but I'm 'a play your profit
I get the dope, cook it up and re-chop it
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[South Park Mexican:]
Smoking smelly
I put a hole in your belly
You wanna test us?
Oh, really
Got a call on my celly
They wanna bury us
Hah
You fuckin' haters sound hilarious
The craziest
I turn the brave to the scariest
Smoke water and get wetter than Aquarius
Thuggish
Ruggish
Million-dollar budgets
I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets
My future's clear, just like a shot of vodka
I got love from Corpitos to Uganda
If you jealous
Listen up, fellas
It's no problem, to show you where hell is
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[Rasheed:]
While some niggas is stickin' with you, your murder's being choreographed
Soldiers never sleep, I got your back in the aftermath
After the last laugh, when the motherfuckin' smoke clears
Niggas boke heads, chokin', hangin' like chandeliers
I bust at the man in the mirror
Makin' my face crack
Replace that
Rasheed, Dope House killer, keep it comin' back
Or runnin' back
With a ball and chain in my hand
Ain't no sustainin' the man, with the vision of the galaxy span
[Low-G:]
Respect that
It's the million-dollar wetback
In jet black
You cross my liner, get your head cracked
Yeah, yeah
Ya tu sabes quien soy
Don't sweat me, boy
Ya tu sabes donde estoy
I'm on the hunt, G
The only street, with the palm tree
This Low G
I only rap 'bout what is done, G
Can't stop me
Came to your city on a donkey
The slaver
I'm bringing back the word "flavor"
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[South Park Mexican:]
He's on crack
She's on snow
He's so old, he can't fuck no more
She's a whore
He's a snitch
Most of my niggas dying over a bitch
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[Baby Bash:]
Now you be
Living that fast track
Chasing that ass crack
I be making my money, fucking with Dow Jones and NASDAQ
We be blowin' on fat sacks
And catching amnesia with these heaters
Making believers out of haters and cheaters
You know that violence interrupts my dope trade
I just do the herb, no cocaine
Don't be afraid, boy
To be all about your bread, boy
Better watch the devil, cause that devil, he the decoy
Destroy
All that hate in your veins
Count your change and rearrange
Them games is played out, man
Them dirty Mex, they wanna stop it, but I'm 'a play your profit
I get the dope, cook it up and re-chop it
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[South Park Mexican:]
Smoking smelly
I put a hole in your belly
You wanna test us?
Oh, really
Got a call on my celly
They wanna bury us
Hah
You fuckin' haters sound hilarious
The craziest
I turn the brave to the scariest
Smoke water and get wetter than Aquarius
Thuggish
Ruggish
Million-dollar budgets
I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets
My future's clear, just like a shot of vodka
I got love from Corpitos to Uganda
If you jealous
Listen up, fellas
It's no problem, to show you where hell is
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[Rasheed:]
While some niggas is stickin' with you, your murder's being choreographed
Soldiers never sleep, I got your back in the aftermath
After the last laugh, when the motherfuckin' smoke clears
Niggas boke heads, chokin', hangin' like chandeliers
I bust at the man in the mirror
Makin' my face crack
Replace that
Rasheed, Dope House killer, keep it comin' back
Or runnin' back
With a ball and chain in my hand
Ain't no sustainin' the man, with the vision of the galaxy span
[Low-G:]
Respect that
It's the million-dollar wetback
In jet black
You cross my liner, get your head cracked
Yeah, yeah
Ya tu sabes quien soy
Don't sweat me, boy
Ya tu sabes donde estoy
I'm on the hunt, G
The only street, with the palm tree
This Low G
I only rap 'bout what is done, G
Can't stop me
Came to your city on a donkey
The slaver
I'm bringing back the word "flavor"
[Baby Bash & Grimm:]
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
Don't let them fool you
We just come to school you
Glory, glory, hallelujah
No redness
No blue, ah
You know
You know
[South Park Mexican:]
He's on crack
She's on snow
He's so old, he can't fuck no more
She's a whore
He's a snitch
Most of my niggas dying over a bitch
