Act A Ass – E-40 – letras

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]MIts smoky up in here, so open up the ventsWe heated up in here… the street instrumentsMy piranhas is hungry, we play for keepWe freakin this booch, we 60something deepWe licorice booch if you feel a frog its leapPromiscuous booch sometimes we like to cheatI’m spillin’ my liquor, its all on my clothesI’m Smellin like alcohol bout to follow my noseI’m mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudgingWe 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 mouthIf you like it, I love it, when its dry as a droughtIf you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper routeIf its woofers and sub hits, clientele and cloutParty and clubbing, up in the building talking loud[Chorus]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 yeahWe gon’ act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)[E-40]S(Yo) I’m having my yay-per, im feeling my scrillI’m seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for realGotta get it while its good, aint no time to waitIts dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to makeI’m drinking a beer, im smoking a swisherI barely can steer, im full of this liquorI handles my biz, im takin’ my exitThen parking this britch, the magazine street exitI pull up my truck, im stopping my soulStop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phoneHustler by nature (nature), buster by choiceI’m checkin’ my pager, im checkin’ my voiceRe-up and re-coppin’, peddlin’ and pushin’More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookmanBitches be lookin’, old-folk be starin’Patin’ me down, searchin’ the clothes that im 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 yeahWe gon’ act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)[E-40]S(Yo) many fourteens, M-1 therapyAR-15 pimpin’ m16s without meWont be no slang in the gang, it’ll be extinctI’ve been bamboozled and hit with maynePeople hit with all kind of these identity thievesUnderrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industryMan I’m a legend pimp, they call me EE four oweXP boy used to push that blowGas, break, dip, stop, and goRide the strip, hit the sto’eYou know that I bought it, you know that I got itHad to cop a bottle of the blue hypnotiqIncredible Hulks, you know what I meanMix it with some bark and watch that shit turn greenHigher than an elephants eye, me and my guysOff Rossi and hash, after that 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 yeahWe gon’ act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)Well allllrightMe a bad man, ruff by natureYou punkin’ on me you goin’ into dangerMe and the Don, ruff and down low rangerMe thought me pot was comin’ from JamaicaNo mess with stranger, no like impostaCall me forecaster, we more like rastaWith the mix for ganja, I buy a lil cha chaWhen they know inside, they blow sofaWe 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 yeahWe gon’ act a ass (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)