Fool Get a Clue

Digital Underground

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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

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    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

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    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

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    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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    Composición: George Clinton, Greg Jacobs y Michael Hampton

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