Digital Underground

Digital Underground - Fool Get A Clue lyrics

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Yo wake up it's the D crew up in here with the Black Spooks
 And we bout to drop it on y'all...y'all best get a clue
 Fool get a clue  get a clue  get a clue.
 Now everybody wanna tell everybody who to be with
 Really doesn't matter to me long as I miss that H I V shit
 And AIDS ain't the end of the world girls and us do kinky stuff
 And theres way to muff without the fluids touchin
 Never hide the truth if my body and hair is sacred
 Then why we can't be naked in public
 It's totally natural like sex is but this is
 A law that had to be made by men with itty bitty penises
 The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
 Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them I don't destroy them
 They way that you know who be he want me to hate like he hate
 But I got too much m poopoo doo with me
 Chorus:
 Fool get a clue it's a new game
 Can't be trippin on you I go my own way
 Players gonna play with who they wanna play with
 People gonna always lay with who they wanna lay with
 Well it's the B-L-A-C-K to the S-P double O-K
 It don't matter what another man say
 I'm gone still do it all my way
 Cause I'm slick like C-Bo's quick
 I don't wanna be down with yo gross click
 I just wanna snap photo flicks
 With a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
 I can live foul as dirt road hicks
 I can make three plus two make six
 Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
 I'm as ill as chicks with dicks
 Scuff my kicks I'm bustin licks
 Openin somebody up like Vicks
 Purchase ism by the bricks
 Plus I brick city hoes I picks
 All in yo mix as I ease betwixt
 Like sitcom vix be greasin dicks
 I be skeezin chicks when the season switch
 I be makin tricks itch like fleas and ticks
 I swoop low and prey on tricks
 Large I've got my own prefix
 I'll stop twitchin wheres my fixer
 I gonna break shit up like Twix
 Chorus
 Fool get a clue it's a new game
 Can't be trippin on you I go my own way
 Players gonna play with who they wanna play with
 People gonna always lay with who they wanna lay with
 You want me to want what you want
 (I go my own way)
 You want me to be like you be
 (I go my own way)
 You want me to trip like you be trippin
 (I go my own way)
 Gotta go my own way
 (I go my own way)
 Maybe it ain't your flava but I'm gettin wit it
 Maybe you wouldn't be seen wit it yo but I'm splittin wit it
 Maybe it ain't your style or your shape but I'm hittin it
 You want me to hate what you hate
 But quit it forget it
 Cause I ain't wit it
 This country tis of thee
 Taught me how to bring the groceries
 Now I'm crazy just like I'm supposed to be
 Smokin mothafuckas my mentality
 Sex, money, and drugs mean the most to me
 Murderin mothafuckas ain't a thang to me
 And I'ma keep slanging G
 Hold on young blood hold on
 You gotta keep holdin on
 You gotta keep on fightin
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Avex-Critique, Radikal Records

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Future Rhythm (1996)

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