Pastor Troy
Doin’ the Fool
[Intro: E-40]
N***a up in this motherf**ker
I mean I been f**kin' with this motherf**kin' burgundy carpet pimpin'
What about you, pimpin'? I mean I know you f**kin' around with that
Purple bag, youknowhatImean? That Crown Royal, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-a** n***as
Up in this muh'f**ka right here today
We got that n***a.. E-Feezy, Too $hort, nah'mean
Pimp C up in this motherf**ker, n***a Pastor Troy
Oh boy!

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
I hits free (Free), it ain't wholesale
Just got through hittin' it so well, at a hotel
But don't tell (Don't tell) I cuss your f**kin' a** out, b*t*h
F**k yo' drunk-a** and watch you pa** out, b*t*h (Beitch)
And when you wake up, I tell you anything
You f**ked me so good, b*t*h, you deserve a wedding ring
I practice what I preach, ridin' Vogues and findin' hoes
I told her I'd buy some clothes, but I'd be lyin' to hoes
I ain't buyin' sh*t, b*t*h, I can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab
'Cause I'm out, you know I'm all about f**kin' hella good
Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth
Comin' to a town near you, real soon
Infiltratin' hoes, n***a, we some real fools (Real fools)
And it's true, and baby girl knows it, too
Ask her sh*t, she'll tell you how I do it fool

[Chorus: Al Kapone]
Doin' the fool! - Ain't no love, motherf**ker, we breakin' the rules
Doin' the fool! - N***as like me ain't got nuttin' to lose
Doin' the fool! - We servin' you haters straight off the top
Doin' the fool! - Just to let you know this sh*t don't stop

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Okay, okay, up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves
Down here chillin' with E-40 'cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin a fool, 'cause y'all know how I'ma do
She f**ked me, Pimp C, and $hort, too
I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind
Don't f**k with who? My n***a, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my n***as is the killers
Actin' a fool 'bout this motherf**kin' scrilla
No one no trill'a, but tell them, I'm down, mayne
Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster sh*t
So if it's cool, it's cool
But just that quick, I act a fool

[Chorus: Al Kapone]
Doin' the fool! - Ain't no love, motherf**ker, we breakin' the rules
Doin' the fool! - N***as like me ain't got nuttin' to lose
Doin' the fool! - We servin' you haters straight off the top
Doin' the fool! - Just to let you know this sh*t don't stop
[Verse 3: E-40]
But I ain't never been a sucker
I ain't never been a mark
I ain't never been a busta
I ain't never been a simp, potna, I always had heart
Papered up, hustlin', never 'posed to handcuff a beyotch, mayne
Hector the ho protect a trick b*t*h, mayne
Be extra mannish (Extra mannish), get some skull
Purple bag, Crown Royal (Royal)
Gotcha beyotch actin' mannish, think she spoiled (Spoiled)
Norma Kamali all over her body, she used to that (Used to that)
This potna big 40 had it like that
Cadillac (Cadillac) sittin' on b***ons, 32 valve
The DTS (DTS) half a gallon to the mile
Platinum chest (Platinum chest), light bright, love to smile
What a mess (What a mess), horny, f**ked me on my desk
Kitchen tile (Kitchen tile), then she swallowed up the rest
Ask me how (Ask me how), a fat a** c*m shot on her breast
She said, "It's been a while since I had sex" (What she say?)
She said, "It's been a while since I had sex" (What she say?)
(She said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!)

C'mon c'mon, okay okay!

[Chorus: Al Kapone]
Doin' the fool! - Ain't no love, motherf**ker, we breakin' the rules
Doin' the fool! - N***as like me ain't got nuttin' to lose
Doin' the fool! - We servin' you haters straight off the top
Doin' the fool! - Just to let you know this sh*t don't stop
Doin' the fool!
C'mon c'mon

[Verse 4: Pimp C]
Uh, comin' down in candy car, smokin' on some candy bar
Every day I'm choppin' blades, comin' through on old school Maze
I'm in this game so heavily, just like Frankie Beverly
Sell a n***a that Southern girl
Put cocaine up in your world
'Cause I'm a young a** n***a on the slab
Comin' through in a whippin' Nav'
I used to be out on the ave
But now all my keys got the Midas stamp
Change my name to Sweet Jones
Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne
Comin' down in burgundy Brougham
And I keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet Jones, b*t*h! Hold up
Smoke somethin'

C'mon c'mon