Artist: Master Fuol Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Don't Worr' Bout Typed by: Davida.b. [Hook: Master Fuol] Who you wit wit trick? Who you spit with? Spit Squad, word to God as my witness And if a Fuol want static, cause friction And if he on the floor, dog, get your licks in [Chorus X2: Master Fuol] Don't worr bout them niggas I'm with Don't worr bout them bitches I'm with You heard we be makin them hits [Master Fuol] Don't worr bout them chickens I got Clothes I wear and sneakers I rock Streets on lock cuz the bass too loud Now come on ??? to get you out Never ran, never will Better hand, better deal Don't worr bout my skill for real Our ya'll feel that hot lead, cold steel Don't worr bout me where bouts Leave my boo, gotta hear her bouts House of crack, I sleep on the couch People on the block, we cleared out Empty shell, we tear it down You can't smoke pot, my gat's gon pop Don't shoot at ??? cuz you didn't ??? Fuck it ain't right, but I don't wanna be wrong [Chorus X2] [Master Fuol] I was taught and told all the things I do Chickens cross the road to see Fuol, but dude Flap your wings for the ding a ling And if it don't ba ding ding, then it don't pa ching I ain't worried bout nothin, all night, out clubbin Don't worr bout who I'm with, or the bitch I'm fuckin Don't worr bout my bitch, worr bout your kids Don't worr bout where I live, worr bout your click, you dig? Don't worr bout the trees I smoke, worr bout (spanish) Don't worr bout the (spanish), don't worr bout it, teach my folks Yee Haaw, where my cowboys at? Shoot comptiers with a cowboy mac Fireside is where I'm at, catch me in the back where the party's at [Chours X2] [Master Fuol] Don't worr bout my bottom briefs, from the ?bottle of piss? We got it on strip, we love gettin invited to they ??? to the ??? Love gettin they ??? spit, cars I drive, run by five Woord, Nacho Lova, got mo love to the geeks on the otha side Love my ??? niggas ?and why? Where I rest, where I roam Niggas ain't comin to the Terror Dome With a xylophone and a ?? bone I play these chickens like Sharon Stone They love gettin ?friends name in? Love my fine and friendly friends. leather Timbs, contact lens I bet any ??? that bitch, bring them in to Iceberg Slim Also dough, come on in, I push a pimp into some old ??? See you in the back of someone's van Chorus to Fade