E-40 - Act A Ass lyrics

Walla walla walla bang bang (ehh-yeahhhh) 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) [E-40] Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents We heated up in here... the street instruments My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep We freakin this booch, we 60something deep We licorice booch if you feel a frog its leap Promiscuous booch sometimes we like to cheat I'm spillin' my liquor, its 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 aint talking bout bufferin (You flossin grills?) like they do down south (100 dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout Party and clubbing, up in the building talking loud [Chorus] We gon' act a a** (push my glock up in the gra**) 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 n***a and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a a** (aye-yeahhhh) [E-40] (Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feeling my scrill I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher I barely can steer, im full of this liquor I handles my biz, im takin' my exit Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul Stop at the 7-11, talking sh** on my phone Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice Re-up and re-coppin', peddlin' and pushin' More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman b**hes be lookin', old-folk be starin' Patin' me down, searchin' the clothes that im wearin' We gon' act a a** (push my glock up in the gra**) 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 n***a and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a a** (aye-yeahhhh) [E-40] (Yo) many fourteens, M-1 therapy AR-15 pimpin' m16s without me Wont be no slang in the gang, it'll be extinct I've been bamboozled and hit with mayne People hit with all kind of these identity thieves Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry Man I'm a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe XP 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 hypnotiq Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean Mix it with some bark and watch that sh** turn green Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys Off Rossi and hash, after that a**... We gon' act a a** (push my glock up in the gra**) 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 n***a and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a a** (aye-yeahhhh) 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 a** (push my glock up in the gra**) 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 n***a and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a a** (aye-yeahhhh) 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)