nooo" [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Have you ever met a girl who dressed real fly And wanted all the things that your money could buy? She wanted gold chains
: This ain't livin.. [2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)
: [2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel
havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang
the snakes, nigga cause the police love to break a nigga send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas Straight fools
the haze they spent contemplating, formulating theory siring above me swimming pay tribute to the few we look up to come again you my soul fool who will
nice Well I've been alone and you've been a fool oh baby don't you know that's the golden rule Well I've been alone and you've been a fool oh baby don
Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope you got a smile that only a fool would forget and
t seen you in many moons, talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y ou got a smile that only a fool would forget and a figure that'll
temps, uh met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston, said her profession was stackin major paper roll, first at times it seems, gold
ever take me for a fool I'm smart enough to run away You've go the best of me I'm not so blind that I can't see Don't ever take me for a fool Last thing
Some sin for gold Some sin for shame Some sin for cash Some sin for gain Some sin for wine Some sin for pain But I ain't gonna be the fool Who's gonna
dirty lie You can stick your golden handshake And you can stick your silly rules And all the other shit That you teach to kids in school Cause I ain't no fool
dirty lie You can stick your golden handshake And you can stick your silly rules And all the other shit That you teach to kids in school ('Cause I ain't no fool
m calling all the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more fools' gold