Fooling around It's one of those lazy days I sit here by myself Though we could really move Could really move I just fool around Fooling around Fooling around
ones who sold it to the dude that sold it to you First album out the trunk I started makin' some bills And in 6 short years I sold 15 mill' Act a fool
care? (yeah yeah) (X3) Its N-dubz N-dubz what? Its N-dubz N-dubz Two thousand and sexy Haha! No time for wastin' This ones for all them backstabbers Who weren't around
a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how
the age of 15 Cause she ain't havin this (ah-ah), her son a street pharmacist Had them clucks hoppin faster than jumpin jacks 1st and 15th tryin to get
motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies Around
" yeah 15's pound like this 15's screamin' out bitch 15's bumpin' gangsta shit mind on a muthafuckin' grip (shaggie) a nigga graped his coat when I heard them 15
clean When I step in the booth they scream Like they all tend to cheer Dungeon D-Boy here In effect mode like who's to love it? So slow motion Like 3
of a sudden her face just froze And her eyes got big as hell The message said 'Hey, baby, surprise, surprise Girl, I'm free, I'll be home around 3' And it was already 3:15
new drum solo you just worked out? Don: I've got a new composition. Meredith: It's rhythmic, huh? Motorhead: Now that's beautiful. Don: Listen . . . Silence, fools! . . . SILENCE, FOOLS
" yeah 15's pound like this 15's screamin' out bitch 15's bumpin' gangsta shit mind on a muthafuckin' grip (shaggie) a nigga grabbed his coat when I heard them 15
up and everybody, ya hear me? You got 15 seconds to put your weapons down And come out with your hands up 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3,
mothafuckin' bullshit aside [mothafucka] Take donations from my niggaz for de booth I thinkin' of gettin' a case better yet I get two Slap up de phone 6 3 2 15
t be phony Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em You think you're tough fool Look at your ? , hey, they groupies Nigga, don't give a fuck Wanna know 'bout better things That fool
on my streets 1300 block, magazine 40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around
shot are you crazy fool one nigga hit the ground and the other two scram now the cops are outside well a-be damn it was 7:15 on my rolex watch and i
the sudden her face just froze and her eyes got big as hell...the message said hey baby surprise surprise girl im free i'll be home around 3 and it was already 3:15
paper You might not fit in when niggaz gon' have do a caper, man Yeah We ain't allergic to paper, man So we gon' try to turn you niggaz around, man Yamean