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letra de act a fool - king t

[ verse 1 ]
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-gauge, i see jackers just waitin
got in my car, rolled up the tinted gl-ss
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 b-sses started poundin’
i took off because i’m goin’ to town, and
won’t be back ’til mornin’, don’t have to go to school
(better get ready) i’m finna act a fool

[ verse 2 ]
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 f-ck”
“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
a pack of dentyne and i pulled out a 10
and said, “f-ck it, super socco and gin
i’m finna act a fool”

[ verse 3 ]
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 h-rn
he said, “when we comin’ back?” i said, “6 n 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?
s-xy susanna, had a b-tt that k!lls
pretty long hair, but they say it’s not real
aladdin yelled “you fake tramp!” she threw a rock in my gl-ss
so i got out my car and drop-kicked her -ss
i checked out my window, everything was cool
she was lucky i was nice and i didn’t act a fool

[ verse 4 ]
we finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
got out my car, pressed the clip 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, p-ss the j”
i took a hit then a hit from 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 a cluck and have you smokin’ the pipe
(you know why? ’cause i’m cool)

(well, k!ll me!
shoot me, m-th-f-cka! -gunshots- pie-yow! ah sh-t!)
(i gotcha)
(oh godd-mn)

- king t

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