Act A Ass (feat. Rankin Scroo)

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)
 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
 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)
 (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)
 (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)