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Black Moon - Why We Act This Way lyrics
f/ Starang [Buckshot and Starang] Y'all wanna know why I act this way Why you act that way? Why you act that way son? [Starang] Cus niggaz talk reckless walking while I ride Lexus Ice on the precious my eyes on ya necklace Hit the studio, Corona, dime of black In Arizona, crying for ya Diamonds back You want me gone, broke so you can't pay nothing See me don't say nothing, but you stay fronting Now I got to do shit the O Strong way .38 long way out in broad day You gonna get me first, that's what they all say E hit 'em I'mma get my dick sucked in hall way see Nothing changes, Puff and Ranges Y'all ain't doin nothing dangerous Cus I'm not a gun buster, more like a conspirer Killer hirer while you still an admirer [Buckshot] And wanna know why we act this way Really, wanna find out we act this way Act like you don't know Who was there when Larry Davis blast po po That's what you go fo' Mofo I'm up in the streets still Gettin up with Starang in B-Ville He still that nigga, Originoo Gunn Clappa nigga Who are you? Buckshot that rapper nigga Pants low, boxer show, not a style for ya block to know I don't wanna cock and blow, but she can get the cock n blow Gotta go got to go aight so [Chorus: Buckshot] They wanna know why I act this way Yo why you act that way? Why I act this way? [Chorus: Starang] Yo I don't know why I act this way I don't know why I act that way Yo for real Been like that since back in the day We ain't got no time to play [Buckshot] If you see me and I don't give you dap Don't worry I coulda been in a hurry or I might not like you See I change like Michael but I don't mean skintone Did a lot of traveling and been home And I'm like word, I put it in work And your excuse: Put it on him or put it on her Shit, I concure you niggaz birds Pigeon ass niggaz plus ya vision's blurred Word, but you see me when you see me Trust me real clear my gun you will hear Listen I don't play games at all I'm at the bottom where flames engulf Ain't no love in the streets so I give hugs to my peeps Plug the leaks, slugs in cheeks Better have one in your Jeep cuz We wild out in the street cuz Cus niggaz trying to live it up Ain't got give it up Knowing we don't give a fuck that's real yo it up See me out in the streets ya niggaz throw it up Drive by slow in your hood, y'all bitches know it up If I don't fuck with cha, it's not 'cus I'm blowing up It's 'cus a nigga did a whole lot of growing up When it was Nervous, y'all were serviced And y'all don't purchase so y'all worthless But overseas and on both coasts You notice two of the dopest vocalists So focus, Boot Camp Clik is here And niggaz ain't goin nowhere, goin nowhere [Chorus] |
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