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The Click - Actin' Bad lyrics
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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