Artist: Master Fuol f/ Kokane Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Master Fuol Typed by: Davida.b. [Chorus: Kokane (Master Fuol)] Master Fuol, who's that nigga that's kickin up dust? Master Fuol, late night on the prowl with some stanky stuff Master Fuol, up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Master Fuol, got bitches screamin his name Master Fuol, Master Fuol, ain't gon run (Give the party people what they want) Cuz we go long (we gon get this muthafucka crunk) And turn it out (we gon make the party people jump) [Master Fuol] To my world, ?it's bugged?, liquor, dro Niggas hold, lose ya clothes Get ya back up off the wall Fat, skinny, and tall, Fuol, fuck em all, ya know Now I lay low, sitting on a bank roll Cold crash the truck, gotta get ??? We live reckless, so tuck in your necklace Respect this mack, we gon take your keys to your Lexus Frontin at the bar, see me on tv, pa Don't think I won't take your girl and drive away with her car I'm a superstar, rockstar, all of the above Fat chicks, skinn chicks, they all need love Strip down, get down to my drawers and my gloves If I beat it up, then we all beat it up, cuz I'm [Chorus] [Master Fuol] New moves like Gary ??? Don't wanna body nobody, don't carry no tools Just looking for a chick who need comforting Wanna slide to a party and bump a bitch Sex appeal for ya sexy ass And I see through your eyes like plexi glass Ya want me to hit the dance floor and make ya laugh You wanna slide to the telly and take a bath Don't front for me, that's what you want from me You wanna drink Hennessey and smoke blunts with me Wanna get into my seat, sleep comfortably [Kokane] So girl if you a freak, just get out yo seat And move it to the beat, cuz we's a super freak Master Fuol, what's his name? [Chorus] [Master Fuol] Give the party people what they want We gon get this muthafucka crunk We gon make the party people jump Get high, get ???, get right, get drunk [Kokane] Master Fuol, bumpin from east to west Master Fuol, comin through your hood with a bulletproof vest Master Fuol, he can smoke till the folds have closed Master fuol, and who the nigga guarenteed to make the party crunk We gon ball, *fades*