Artist: (C-Loc f/) Young Bleed Album: Concentration Camp Song: A Fool (How Ya Do Dat) (Original Version) Typed by: Wammy Giveaway, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Young Bleed] (Verse 1) Niggas say "Who that?" Say they wanna do that Run up if you will and get your ass whooped blue black My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb, jelly jam and preserve Nothing but balls and my word, and a Mossberg Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Whatever, my nigga, cause young niggas still down Hollin' bout "Huh, nigga what" Huh, give a fuck, nigga what Full of that weed Planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted nappy nigga named Young Bleed, party on In the jungle, where the murder million mumble For months and days, trippin' off the blunts we blaze Hell of a high, and tellin' 'em why I'm a never say die, you can see it my eyes And niggas say I Fly Like A Eagle, and see no, evil, ah And ain't no sequel to this here This year, I'm bailin' in the door, supernatural Wicked, y'all niggas don't here me though (Hun) But see how they runnin' everything on the cool But they know I'm fin' to act a fool in this motherfucker Chorus: Young Bleed Niggas holla "How you do that there" Roll it up and blow it up, cause nigga, we don't care And niggas holla "How you do that there" Roll it up and blow it up, cause nigga, we don't care I hear they holla "How you do that there" Roll it up and blow it up, cause nigga, we don't care Niggas holla "How you do that there" Roll it up and blow it up, cause nigga, we don't care (Verse 2) Bred to be a young boss hog Backyard breed, pitbull puppy dog Shaking up some shit, til they holla, wear the ring around my collar Money and power got me dreamin' 'bout six million dollars (Shit) Herbal existance make the world go 'round And bitches love it like Brandy, they Wanna Be Down But we gon' see now Call it a art, but some say it's a shame That you would give me your body Before your name It's all the same, baby girl, all around the world Kick it up and make it twirl for diamonds and pearls Fin' to take the lady for a tramp In a Concentration Camp, of foods stamps When it's down With a trunk full of ounce, hollin' at them Young Head for the hills (Uh) And hide ya hoes Them Corleones got 'em hoppin' out they clothes And you never know, where the nose goes, when the doors close Braid my afro, and let me out the back door Supernatural, high Livin' life, do or die By the streets, smokin' on a swisha sweet (Hun) Somethin' 'bout a G In the mornin', bailin' out the door On my way to school, high, been to act a fool in this motherfucker Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) I give you about a pounds And like some DPC's, off the walls of Parish Prison No decision but a head-up, collision Make money, my nigga But keep it real dust, Soulja Boy stompin' In steel toes, so tell me what you feel, hoe Niggas know I rock a party in a B-boy stance Grab the mic and make them bitches wanna do that dance But understand That music calms the savage beast But keep in mind, I put it down for you piece by piece And walk the streets at night Tryin' to get it right At the speed of life, catch me tyin' up my Nikes, hollin' 'bout With that south, life, nigga, don't give a fuck Starts down all starrin' in some chucks, can't you tell that I'm a funkadelic, psychedelic, reinterpretation Of the third kind Walk around the world blind Tryin' to touch somethin' like I'm tryin' to phone home, gone federal An extraterrestial Tryin' to combat, call me Mortal Kombat To the drum track, will make us hollin' 'bout "You done that" It ain't no fake Homey kind of like Raiden, so I still won't lose And paid my dues to act a fool in this motherfucker Repeat Chorus [Young Bleed] Give a fuck, nigga