Don't Let Them Fool Ya

Chorus: Baby Bash & Grimm

Don't let them fool ya

We just come to school ya

Glory, glory, hallelujah

No rediness

No blue, ah

You know

You know

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 1: 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 interupts 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, mayne

Them dirty Mex, they wanna stop it, but I'm a play ya profit

I get the dope, cook it up and rechop it

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 2: 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

Repeat Chorus Twice

(Verse 3)

[Rasheed]

While some niggas is stickin' with ya, 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 lina, 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 "flava"

Repeat Chorus Twice

[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