Foolish Dudes

Foolish Dudes Foolish dudes never have a clue Shootin they own foot while stealin loot Slappin chicks and yelling at kids Actin like Ike Turner til she hits the skids Bruisin up chicks givin out licks Burnin bridges fatal decisions lights flick flicks Now old all alone and scared Askin why wifey ain't here Messed up your blessing now she gone Bet she not alone She chillin with your bank account and house No longer your bruised up spouse Rewind time change your messed up ways So she feel appreciated and then she'll stay Wisin up, grow up and stop clingging to momma Be that good man and poppa