Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Act A Fool, artist - King Tee. Album song Act A Fool, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1987
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Act A Fool |
| 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-gage, 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 |
| The way I |
| 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» |
| 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 in 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, she threw a rock at 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 |
| 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 I want 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, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe |
| Do you know why? |
| Do you know, do you know why? |
| 'Cause I’m cool |
| Well, kill me |
| Shoot me, muthafucka |
| I gotcha |
| Oh, goddamn |