Rankin Scroo - 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) [Verse 1] 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 n******gish, booch, if you feel froggish, 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 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 [Hook: Rankin Scroo] 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) [Verse 2] (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 its 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 sh** 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 b**hes be lookin', old-folk be starin' Pattin' me down, searchin' the clothes that I'm wearin' [Hook: Rankin Scroo] 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) [Verse 3] (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 sh** turn green Higher than an elephant's eye, me and my guys Off the broccoli and hash, actin a a**... [Hook: Rankin Scroo] 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) [Rankin Scroo] 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 [Hook: Rankin Scroo] 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)