E-40, Rankin Scroo - Act a Ass lyrics

Walla walla walla bang bang (ehh yeah)
One me on the grand tree
Damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh)
Walla walla walla bang bang
Walla dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang
(yea yea oh yea yea oh)

It's smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We heated up in here
(With what?) with street instruments
My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep
We thick in this booch, we 60-something deep
We niggerish, booch, if you feel froggish
Leap promiscuous, booch
Sometimes we like to cheat
I'm spillin' my liquor
It's all on my clothes
I'm smellin' like alcohol
'bout to follow my nose
I'm mad doggin and thuggin
Buckin and grudging we off of them pills
And we ain't talking bout Bufferin
(Gold front and grills) like
They do down south
(100 dollar bills) with furniture
In they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when it's dry
It's a drought if you dig it, I dug it
Be about your paper route
If it's woofers, then sub it
Clientele and clout party and clubbing
Up in the building talking loud
We gon' act a ass
(push my Glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool
(we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind
Like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye yeah)

(Yo) I'm having my yay-per
I'm feeling my scrill
I'm seeing my money, mayne
I'm a hustler for real
Gotta get it while it's good
Ain't no time to wait
It's dangerous in my hood but
Plenty money to make
I'm drinking a beer, I'm smoking a swisher
I barely can steer, I'm full of this liquor
I handles my biz, I'm taking my exit
The Carquinez Bridge, pimp
Magazine Street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm slapping my songs
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature
(nature) , gangster by choice
I'm checkin' my pager, I'm checkin' my voice-
Re-up and re-coppin', peddlin' and pushin'
More keys than a janitor
My nickname is Bookman
Bitches be lookin', old-folk be starin'
Pattin' me down
Searchin' the clothes that I'm wearin'
We gon' act a ass
(push my Glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool
(we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind
Like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye yeah)

(Yo) Mini fourteen, M-1 therapy
AR-15, pimpin', M-16s
Without me, won't be no slang in the game
It'll be extinct
I've been bamboozled and hoodwinked, mayne
People hit with all kind
Of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated on by all
These squares in the industry
Mayne, I'm a legend, pimp
They call me E-Four-O
Ex D-boy used to push that blow
Gas, break, dip, stop, and go
Ride the strip, hit the sto'e
You know that I bought it
You know that I got it
Had to cop a bottle of the blue Hpnotiq
Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean
Mix it with some dark and
Watch that shit turn green
Higher than an elephant's eye, me and my guys
Off the broccoli and hash, actin a ass
We gon' act a ass
(push my Glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool
(we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind
Like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye yeah)

Well allllright me a bad man, ruff by nature
You punkin' on me you goin' into danger
Me and the Don, ruff and down low ranger
Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil cha cha
When they know inside, they blow sofa

We gon' act a ass
(push my Glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool
(we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind
Like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye yeah)

Walla walla walla bang bang
Walla dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what
A dang dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)