THE CLICK

THE CLICK - Actin' Bad lyrics

rate me

Touchdown from all angles...and what have you

[E-40]

Make like a tampon and soak up this game

While I teach ya bout my dictionary book of slang

I used to fuck with the triple, coconut popsicles

Been tellin' time on the grind, but never got caught in the pickel

My doctor say I drank too much, cirrhosis

But I'm pissy drunk till my liver bust cause I'm hopeless

Hope I don't miss my target

Hope I don't and tinkle all over the toilet

[B-Legit]

Money plus game four keys and a glock

A fat ass sack and I ran the block

If it wasn't my brand it wasn't on my corner

The only nigga plugged with the border brush

Got that white bitch, tight shit, right fo' sho'

Hook me with a pot and some soda and watch me flip the snow

Niggas know that when I'm droed that I be gone

And don't know what the fuck page I be on

[D-Shot]

Back in 86 was a motherfuckin' trip to me

A young hustler actin' bad on the city streets

And never givin' a fuck about nathin'

Who's that man that got jacked, who's that fool on the pavement

Damn whatever it takes to get my grits

Stackin' large mail, tryin' to get my pockets thick

And fuckin' every bitch that I could

But what about those niggas actin' bad in my hood

[Chorus]

Niggas actin' bad (Ooh)

Niggas actin' bad (Actin' bad)

Niggas actin' bad (Real bad)

Niggas actin' bad (Niggas actin' bad)

Niggas actin' bad (Real bad)

Niggas actin' bad (Ooh, ooh)

[E-40]

I grew up listenin' to Too Short and Freddie B.

It's some nigas out there between Magic Mike and Calvin T.

Kind off U-T-F-O, KRS

Blow Fly and Rudy Ramone and girls with sex

I ball up in my truck lookin' cleaner then cozi

Burnin' mo' rubber than a pussy on fire

See there ya go, 40 flashin' like blue light

Man fuck his ho, that bitch ain't in check

[B-Legit]

I once heard a ho say pimpin' was dead

But me and that niggas smoked back to the head

We was choppin' up game just between us playas

The nigga tellin' me that he runnin' for mayor

With his campaign strong, got his money on

Front a brand new Jag when he wrapped his home

Growin' up in motherfuckers doings

Catch me out there bad, actin' foolish

[Chorus: with variations]

[E-40]

Look, actin' bad unorthodox behavement

Celebratin' breakin' bottles on the pavement

Put some Barbarians on ya squad that don't be joshin'

Flip a 1970 Cut and spoil it rotten

Every doobie roll thick to the Cali convention

Handin' out cassettes all we want is distributin'

Forced to sell tapes out the trunk of our vehicles

Tirty day assignments to sheet and leopolds

[B-Legit]

Shows out of state on some concert dates

Plus ice skating on some chrome 1-8s

Motel plans cause the game was hittin'

Seventeen G's cause the game was spittin'

Hangin' in the halls in my draws and shit

Groupie ass bitch on my balls and dick

They makeme sick with they broke ass

Now who y'all know that need that dope fast

[D-Shot]

Now who's got my back

Now that I'm fucki' with keys, hey yeah I gots to have my strap

Too many fools want to take my place

But I'm a sharp ass nigga and I'ma damn sho' stake my bank

I flips and flops, buster ass niggas drop

Pop the glock, drop my top, it don't stop

Fuck these po-pos they always try to question me

Cause actin' bad is where a young nigga be

[Chorus: with variations to fade]

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