Frost (West Coast) - Act Like Ya Want It lyrics

Chorus: Don Cisco I'm sittin' in the club Sippin' on bub' Actin' like a thug, baby, can't you show me love Just act like you want it Just act like you want it I'm sittin' in the club Sippin' on bub' Actin' like a thug, baby, can't you show me love Just act like you want it Just act like you want it (Verse 1) [Frost] Welcome to the Ice Box, where the party don't stop Fly mamacitas and breezies looking top notch To keep it poppin' Frozen Margaritas Strawberry Daquiris and Bacardi breezers Sippin' Hennessey And Remy with the X.O Get you in the mood And ready for the s** show Hop in the Lex, hoe, get ready for the hot tub Cause after the club, girl You know I can't pa** it up [Nino Brown] It's the girl's night out, Nino B. come to play Rollin' in my drop top, parked the valet Believe me, you know we in the heezy Sippin' that saucy, and I'm feelin' flossy Now I got that ice piece, mama lookin' spicy And I bet she nasty Frontin' like she nicety Droppin' that Ecstacy, so you know, we cuttin' We be thuggin' Ghetto clubbin', gangsta lovin', show me somethin', baby Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) [Jay Tee] In the club, it's frio But I ain't rent a G.O So yo, I'm 'bout to call up my primo and my tio Still I'm mad as crackin' Ain't nobody packin' Everybody sippin' on yak, but ain't no jackin' All the heinas gettin' it Young Miami (???) These breezies never did it before, but tonight, they dig it So I'm a gonna goose up, and they wanna be the oldiest She sayin', "Player Jay Tee, your game is coldiest" [Rappin 4-Tay] Toastin' Roastin' Rockin' by the O-Z's Doublin' up on Moet, to Cristal and Don P 360 degrees is how my mack'll swang Deeper than the baby breakers 'bout to do our club thang Parkin' lots is poppin' like a shoeshine rack I'm macking a (???) on my socks in the drop top Jag Just call me the player of the entourage And ain't no laggin' or pistol packin' We're V.I.P.in' baby, get it in this action Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) [Cameosis] Sisters at the club, searching for sugar daddies and baby daddies Ask me do I wanna ride, in the back seat of that caddy Leave it to me I be driving them n***as so cold Give them one lapdance, the booty'll get me so so far I gets nothin' But them papi chulos Take it to the tele Leave your hoe out by my pillow I know it's to go, to the gold Chain, the gold ring got me coming again and again For them big thangs Lick me on my million dollar clit ring [Don Cisco] It's Mister Big Bank My model strike it rich like lotto Clockin' dollars, collars stay popped like champagne bottles Picture me toastin' With pa**ion at the bar Cristol clashin' Lookin' like a storm with my j**els flashin' Paparazzi Shootin' flicks, cameras flashin' All my thugs in the club, we're here In mob fashion In the back, the club's shacked up We the super bad Hush, pop the game like a clutch What Repeat Chorus {*Don Cisco talking til fade*}