Act A Ass Lyrics
| Song | Act A Ass |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Artist | Rankin Scroo |
| Album | Breakin News |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Johnson, Stevens ... | |
| 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] | |
| Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents | |
| We heated up in here... the street instruments | |
| My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep | |
| We freakin this booch, we 60something deep | |
| We licorice booch if you feel a frog its 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 aint talking bout bufferin | |
| (You flossin grills?) like they do down south | |
| (100 dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth | |
| If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought | |
| If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route | |
| If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout | |
| Party 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) | |
| [E-40] | |
| (Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feeling my scrill | |
| I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real | |
| Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait | |
| Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make | |
| I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher | |
| I barely can steer, im full of this liquor | |
| I handles my biz, im takin' my exit | |
| Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit | |
| I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul | |
| Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone | |
| Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice | |
| I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice | |
| Re-up and re-coppin', peddlin' and pushin' | |
| More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman | |
| Bitches 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) | |
| [E-40] | |
| (Yo) many fourteens, M-1 therapy | |
| AR-15 pimpin' m16s without me | |
| Wont be no slang in the gang, it'll be extinct | |
| I've been bamboozled and hit with mayne | |
| People hit with all kind of these identity thieves | |
| Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry | |
| Man I'm a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe | |
| XP 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 hypnotiq | |
| Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean | |
| Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green | |
| Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys | |
| Off 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) | |
| 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 | |
| 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 yeah | |
| We 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) |
| zuo ci : Davis, Johnson, Stevens ... | |
| Walla walla walla bang bang ehhyeahhhh | |
| 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 | |
| E40 | |
| Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents | |
| We heated up in here... the street instruments | |
| My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep | |
| We freakin this booch, we 60something deep | |
| We licorice booch if you feel a frog its 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 aint talking bout bufferin | |
| You flossin grills? like they do down south | |
| 100 dollar bills? with furniture in they mouth | |
| If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought | |
| If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route | |
| If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout | |
| Party 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| E40 | |
| Yo I' m having my yayper, im feeling my scrill | |
| I' m seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real | |
| Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait | |
| Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make | |
| I' m drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher | |
| I barely can steer, im full of this liquor | |
| I handles my biz, im takin' my exit | |
| Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit | |
| I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul | |
| Stop at the 711, talking shit on my phone | |
| Hustler by nature nature, buster by choice | |
| I' m checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice | |
| Reup and recoppin', peddlin' and pushin' | |
| More keys than a janitor, my nickname is bookman | |
| Bitches be lookin', oldfolk 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| E40 | |
| Yo many fourteens, M1 therapy | |
| AR15 pimpin' m16s without me | |
| Wont be no slang in the gang, it' ll be extinct | |
| I' ve been bamboozled and hit with mayne | |
| People hit with all kind of these identity thieves | |
| Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry | |
| Man I' m a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe | |
| XP 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 hypnotiq | |
| Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean | |
| Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green | |
| Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys | |
| Off 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| 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 | |
| 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Davis, Johnson, Stevens ... | |
| Walla walla walla bang bang ehhyeahhhh | |
| 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 | |
| E40 | |
| Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents | |
| We heated up in here... the street instruments | |
| My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep | |
| We freakin this booch, we 60something deep | |
| We licorice booch if you feel a frog its 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 aint talking bout bufferin | |
| You flossin grills? like they do down south | |
| 100 dollar bills? with furniture in they mouth | |
| If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought | |
| If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route | |
| If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout | |
| Party 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| E40 | |
| Yo I' m having my yayper, im feeling my scrill | |
| I' m seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real | |
| Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait | |
| Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make | |
| I' m drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher | |
| I barely can steer, im full of this liquor | |
| I handles my biz, im takin' my exit | |
| Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit | |
| I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul | |
| Stop at the 711, talking shit on my phone | |
| Hustler by nature nature, buster by choice | |
| I' m checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice | |
| Reup and recoppin', peddlin' and pushin' | |
| More keys than a janitor, my nickname is bookman | |
| Bitches be lookin', oldfolk 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| E40 | |
| Yo many fourteens, M1 therapy | |
| AR15 pimpin' m16s without me | |
| Wont be no slang in the gang, it' ll be extinct | |
| I' ve been bamboozled and hit with mayne | |
| People hit with all kind of these identity thieves | |
| Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry | |
| Man I' m a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe | |
| XP 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 hypnotiq | |
| Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean | |
| Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green | |
| Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys | |
| Off 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| 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 | |
| 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 yeah | |
| We gon' act a ass ayeyeahhhh | |
| 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 |
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