a sunny day But we were supposed to fail - fail from the start [CHORUS x2] Fool's Gold, Fool's Gold [CHORUS x2] Fool's Gold, Fool's Gold Fool's Gold
I come, so you better break North As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth I care nothing 'bout you, and that's evident All I love's my dope
Hello? What's up, who is this? Yo nigga, this murda rich What's up nigga? What's up with you my nigga?, Check this out Some shit done popped of right
way to Burbank Fist stealin' 5, ready till 5, blowin' dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence It's
the ditch Ass ripped, suckin' on his own dick Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this ain't no sunshine Three killas, one garden bloc, two hillside This shit's
ditch Ass ripped Suckin' on his own dick Money talk Bullshit walk Fool this ain't no sunshine Three killas One garden blocc, two hillside B-Legit: This shit's
's just one thing that I, would like to say (Sharp) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Yes, y'all, watch out) There's just one thing that
of the innumerable other portraits, photographs and stills.) JOE Right on the money. That's Norma Desmond That's Norma Desmond That's Norma Desmond That's
way to Burbank Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence It's
's Your Character String Verification?" Battle rap is just aimless entertainment +2nd round K.O.+ was one of they favourites, fuck all the haters Responsibility entrusted There's only one
What what uh {*scratch: "there's just one thing"*} [Ev] Uh, uh {*scratch: "that I, would like to say"*} [Ev] Yeah, it's goin down {*scratch: "there's just one
come, so you better break North, As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth. I care nothing bout you, and that's evident. All I love's my dope
... - Answer him, answer him - I don't get mad at people like that You know why? Cause he's a revolutionary) [VERSE 1: Key-Kool (patterned after Ice Cube's "Gangsta Gangsta" verse)] Here's
to Burbank Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence It's
and 'tay to go handle it Aight I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga's fat Bring it back to me on a plate, that's whats up Aight [Young Buck:] I
combat karate It's some a that southern young fool [P-Folk:] Now what's up? I look in the rearview mirror Chevy Astro van's suspicious Usin' my brain
street just to eat Crushin fools when I bust over beats On some independent unsigned shit Mind untwined shit Fuck your head up wit just one rhyme witt
killed, I'm the evidence. So it's 1-8-7 all day. Niggas don't understand, I'm a G. [chorus1] They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa, I be the
