| Song | Why We Act This Way |
| Artist | Black Moon |
| Album | Total Eclipse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Lamb, McNair | |
| (feat. Starang) | |
| (Buckshot and Starang) | |
| Y'all wanna know why I act this way | |
| Why you act that way? | |
| Why you act that way son? | |
| (Starang) | |
| Cus niggaz talk reckless walking while I ride Lexus | |
| Ice on the precious my eyes on ya necklace | |
| Hit the studio, Corona, dime of black | |
| In Arizona, crying for ya Diamonds back | |
| You want me gone, broke so you can't pay nothing | |
| See me don't say nothing, but you stay fronting | |
| Now I got to do shit the O Strong way | |
| .38 long way out in broad day | |
| You gonna get me first, that's what they all say | |
| E hit 'em I'mma get my dick sucked in hall way see | |
| Nothing changes, Puff and Ranges | |
| Y'all ain't doin nothing dangerous | |
| Cus I'm not a gun buster, more like a conspirer | |
| Killer hirer while you still an admirer | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| And wanna know why we act this way | |
| Really, wanna find out we act this way | |
| Act like you don't know | |
| Who was there when Larry Davis blast po po | |
| That's what you go fo' | |
| Mofo I'm up in the streets still | |
| Gettin up with Starang in B-Ville | |
| He still that nigga, Originoo Gunn Clappa nigga | |
| Who are you? Buckshot that rapper nigga | |
| Pants low, boxer show, not a style for ya block to know | |
| I don't wanna cock and blow, but she can get the cock n blow | |
| Gotta go got to go aight so | |
| (Chorus: Buckshot) | |
| They wanna know why I act this way | |
| Yo why you act that way? | |
| Why I act this way? | |
| (Chorus: Starang) | |
| Yo I don't know why I act this way | |
| I don't know why I act that way | |
| Yo for real | |
| Been like that since back in the day | |
| We ain't got no time to play | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| If you see me and I don't give you dap | |
| Don't worry I coulda been in a hurry or I might not like you | |
| See I change like Michael but I don't mean skintone | |
| Did a lot of traveling and been home | |
| And I'm like word, I put it in work | |
| And your excuse: Put it on him or put it on her | |
| Shit, I concure you niggaz birds | |
| Pigeon ass niggaz plus ya vision's blurred | |
| Word, but you see me when you see me | |
| Trust me real clear my gun you will hear | |
| Listen I don't play games at all | |
| I'm at the bottom where flames engulf | |
| Ain't no love in the streets so I give hugs to my peeps | |
| Plug the leaks, slugs in cheeks | |
| Better have one in your Jeep cuz | |
| We wild out in the street cuz | |
| Cus niggaz trying to live it up | |
| Ain't got give it up | |
| Knowing we don't give a fuck that's real yo it up | |
| See me out in the streets ya niggaz throw it up | |
| Drive by slow in your hood, y'all bitches know it up | |
| If I don't fuck with cha, it's not 'cus I'm blowing up | |
| It's 'cus a nigga did a whole lot of growing up | |
| When it was Nervous, y'all were serviced | |
| And y'all don't purchase so y'all worthless | |
| But overseas and on both coasts | |
| You notice two of the dopest vocalists | |
| So focus, Boot Camp Clik is here | |
| And niggaz ain't goin nowhere, goin nowhere | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Blake, Lamb, McNair | |
| feat. Starang | |
| Buckshot and Starang | |
| Y' all wanna know why I act this way | |
| Why you act that way? | |
| Why you act that way son? | |
| Starang | |
| Cus niggaz talk reckless walking while I ride Lexus | |
| Ice on the precious my eyes on ya necklace | |
| Hit the studio, Corona, dime of black | |
| In Arizona, crying for ya Diamonds back | |
| You want me gone, broke so you can' t pay nothing | |
| See me don' t say nothing, but you stay fronting | |
| Now I got to do shit the O Strong way | |
| . 38 long way out in broad day | |
| You gonna get me first, that' s what they all say | |
| E hit ' em I' mma get my dick sucked in hall way see | |
| Nothing changes, Puff and Ranges | |
| Y' all ain' t doin nothing dangerous | |
| Cus I' m not a gun buster, more like a conspirer | |
| Killer hirer while you still an admirer | |
| Buckshot | |
| And wanna know why we act this way | |
| Really, wanna find out we act this way | |
| Act like you don' t know | |
| Who was there when Larry Davis blast po po | |
| That' s what you go fo' | |
| Mofo I' m up in the streets still | |
| Gettin up with Starang in BVille | |
| He still that nigga, Originoo Gunn Clappa nigga | |
| Who are you? Buckshot that rapper nigga | |
| Pants low, boxer show, not a style for ya block to know | |
| I don' t wanna cock and blow, but she can get the cock n blow | |
| Gotta go got to go aight so | |
| Chorus: Buckshot | |
| They wanna know why I act this way | |
| Yo why you act that way? | |
| Why I act this way? | |
| Chorus: Starang | |
| Yo I don' t know why I act this way | |
| I don' t know why I act that way | |
| Yo for real | |
| Been like that since back in the day | |
| We ain' t got no time to play | |
| Buckshot | |
| If you see me and I don' t give you dap | |
| Don' t worry I coulda been in a hurry or I might not like you | |
| See I change like Michael but I don' t mean skintone | |
| Did a lot of traveling and been home | |
| And I' m like word, I put it in work | |
| And your excuse: Put it on him or put it on her | |
| Shit, I concure you niggaz birds | |
| Pigeon ass niggaz plus ya vision' s blurred | |
| Word, but you see me when you see me | |
| Trust me real clear my gun you will hear | |
| Listen I don' t play games at all | |
| I' m at the bottom where flames engulf | |
| Ain' t no love in the streets so I give hugs to my peeps | |
| Plug the leaks, slugs in cheeks | |
| Better have one in your Jeep cuz | |
| We wild out in the street cuz | |
| Cus niggaz trying to live it up | |
| Ain' t got give it up | |
| Knowing we don' t give a fuck that' s real yo it up | |
| See me out in the streets ya niggaz throw it up | |
| Drive by slow in your hood, y' all bitches know it up | |
| If I don' t fuck with cha, it' s not ' cus I' m blowing up | |
| It' s ' cus a nigga did a whole lot of growing up | |
| When it was Nervous, y' all were serviced | |
| And y' all don' t purchase so y' all worthless | |
| But overseas and on both coasts | |
| You notice two of the dopest vocalists | |
| So focus, Boot Camp Clik is here | |
| And niggaz ain' t goin nowhere, goin nowhere | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Lamb, McNair | |
| feat. Starang | |
| Buckshot and Starang | |
| Y' all wanna know why I act this way | |
| Why you act that way? | |
| Why you act that way son? | |
| Starang | |
| Cus niggaz talk reckless walking while I ride Lexus | |
| Ice on the precious my eyes on ya necklace | |
| Hit the studio, Corona, dime of black | |
| In Arizona, crying for ya Diamonds back | |
| You want me gone, broke so you can' t pay nothing | |
| See me don' t say nothing, but you stay fronting | |
| Now I got to do shit the O Strong way | |
| . 38 long way out in broad day | |
| You gonna get me first, that' s what they all say | |
| E hit ' em I' mma get my dick sucked in hall way see | |
| Nothing changes, Puff and Ranges | |
| Y' all ain' t doin nothing dangerous | |
| Cus I' m not a gun buster, more like a conspirer | |
| Killer hirer while you still an admirer | |
| Buckshot | |
| And wanna know why we act this way | |
| Really, wanna find out we act this way | |
| Act like you don' t know | |
| Who was there when Larry Davis blast po po | |
| That' s what you go fo' | |
| Mofo I' m up in the streets still | |
| Gettin up with Starang in BVille | |
| He still that nigga, Originoo Gunn Clappa nigga | |
| Who are you? Buckshot that rapper nigga | |
| Pants low, boxer show, not a style for ya block to know | |
| I don' t wanna cock and blow, but she can get the cock n blow | |
| Gotta go got to go aight so | |
| Chorus: Buckshot | |
| They wanna know why I act this way | |
| Yo why you act that way? | |
| Why I act this way? | |
| Chorus: Starang | |
| Yo I don' t know why I act this way | |
| I don' t know why I act that way | |
| Yo for real | |
| Been like that since back in the day | |
| We ain' t got no time to play | |
| Buckshot | |
| If you see me and I don' t give you dap | |
| Don' t worry I coulda been in a hurry or I might not like you | |
| See I change like Michael but I don' t mean skintone | |
| Did a lot of traveling and been home | |
| And I' m like word, I put it in work | |
| And your excuse: Put it on him or put it on her | |
| Shit, I concure you niggaz birds | |
| Pigeon ass niggaz plus ya vision' s blurred | |
| Word, but you see me when you see me | |
| Trust me real clear my gun you will hear | |
| Listen I don' t play games at all | |
| I' m at the bottom where flames engulf | |
| Ain' t no love in the streets so I give hugs to my peeps | |
| Plug the leaks, slugs in cheeks | |
| Better have one in your Jeep cuz | |
| We wild out in the street cuz | |
| Cus niggaz trying to live it up | |
| Ain' t got give it up | |
| Knowing we don' t give a fuck that' s real yo it up | |
| See me out in the streets ya niggaz throw it up | |
| Drive by slow in your hood, y' all bitches know it up | |
| If I don' t fuck with cha, it' s not ' cus I' m blowing up | |
| It' s ' cus a nigga did a whole lot of growing up | |
| When it was Nervous, y' all were serviced | |
| And y' all don' t purchase so y' all worthless | |
| But overseas and on both coasts | |
| You notice two of the dopest vocalists | |
| So focus, Boot Camp Clik is here | |
| And niggaz ain' t goin nowhere, goin nowhere | |
| Chorus |