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 |