Songtexte:
King B Fools Get Wise

shape you're in You better open up you're eyes baby Cause fools do get wise Your late up and sleep all day You jumb and you ramble all night Well the fool

shape you're in You better open up you're eyes baby Cause fools do get wise Your late up and sleep all day You jumb and you ramble all night Well the fool

to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled

word from the wise, keep my dick out ya mouth Apparently I been too lenient on dudes Cause you niggas done forgot who the streets belong to I'm the motherfuckin king

smoking that godel Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king Can I get

I anni Get on the mic, get on the mic Get on the mic, get on the mic Get on the mic, get on the mic Get on the mic, get on the mic Get on the mic, get

to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled

, do you still get a thrill? I tell you it'll fail you every time, these material things Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings And your

, they will have a ball cause the wise don't get mad they get even "On with their heads!",I'm the clown prince of fools "if you don't get the joke it