E-40 - Act A Ass lyrics

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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)