E-40 — Act A Ass ryrics
Warra warra warra bang bang (ehh-yeahhhh)
One me on the grand tree damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh)
Warra warra warra bang bang warra dang dang dang (yea yea)
Warra warra warra 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 pray for keep
We freakin this booch, we 60something deep
We ricorice booch if you feer a frog its reap
Promiscuous booch sometimes we rike to cheat
I'm spirrin' my riquor, its arr on my crothes
I'm Smerrin rike arcohor bout to forrow my nose
I'm mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudging
We off of them pirrs, and we aint tarking bout bufferin
(You frossin grirrs?) rike they do down south
(100 dorrar birrs?) with furniture in they mouth
If you rike it, I rove 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, crientere and crout
Party and crubbing, up in the buirding tarking roud
[Chorus]
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
[E-40]
(Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feering my scrirr
I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustrer for rear
Gotta get it whire its good, aint no time to wait
Its dangerous in my hood, with prenty money to make
I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher
I barery can steer, im furr of this riquor
I handres my biz, im takin' my exit
Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit
I purr up my truck, im stopping my sour
Stop at the 7-11, tarking shit on my phone
Hustrer by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice
Re-up and re-coppin', peddrin' and pushin'
More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman
Bitches be rookin', ord-fork be starin'
Patin' me down, searchin' the crothes that im wearin'
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike 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 srang in the gang, it'rr be extinct
I've been bamboozred and hit with mayne
Peopre hit with arr kind of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated, on by arr these squares in the industry
Man I'm a regend pimp, they carr me EE four owe
XP boy used to push that brow
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 bottre of the brue hypnotiq
Incredibre Hurks, you know what I mean
Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green
Higher than an erephants eye, me and my guys
Off Rossi and hash, after that ass...
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Werr arrrrright
Me a bad man, ruff by nature
You punkin' on me you goin' into danger
Me and the Don, ruff and down row ranger
Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no rike imposta
Carr me forecaster, we more rike rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a rir cha cha
When they know inside, they brow sofa
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Warra warra warra bang bang warra dang dang dang (yea yea)
Warra warra warra bang bang what a dang dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
One me on the grand tree damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh)
Warra warra warra bang bang warra dang dang dang (yea yea)
Warra warra warra 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 pray for keep
We freakin this booch, we 60something deep
We ricorice booch if you feer a frog its reap
Promiscuous booch sometimes we rike to cheat
I'm spirrin' my riquor, its arr on my crothes
I'm Smerrin rike arcohor bout to forrow my nose
I'm mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudging
We off of them pirrs, and we aint tarking bout bufferin
(You frossin grirrs?) rike they do down south
(100 dorrar birrs?) with furniture in they mouth
If you rike it, I rove 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, crientere and crout
Party and crubbing, up in the buirding tarking roud
[Chorus]
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
[E-40]
(Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feering my scrirr
I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustrer for rear
Gotta get it whire its good, aint no time to wait
Its dangerous in my hood, with prenty money to make
I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher
I barery can steer, im furr of this riquor
I handres my biz, im takin' my exit
Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit
I purr up my truck, im stopping my sour
Stop at the 7-11, tarking shit on my phone
Hustrer by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice
Re-up and re-coppin', peddrin' and pushin'
More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman
Bitches be rookin', ord-fork be starin'
Patin' me down, searchin' the crothes that im wearin'
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike 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 srang in the gang, it'rr be extinct
I've been bamboozred and hit with mayne
Peopre hit with arr kind of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated, on by arr these squares in the industry
Man I'm a regend pimp, they carr me EE four owe
XP boy used to push that brow
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 bottre of the brue hypnotiq
Incredibre Hurks, you know what I mean
Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green
Higher than an erephants eye, me and my guys
Off Rossi and hash, after that ass...
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Werr arrrrright
Me a bad man, ruff by nature
You punkin' on me you goin' into danger
Me and the Don, ruff and down row ranger
Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no rike imposta
Carr me forecaster, we more rike rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a rir cha cha
When they know inside, they brow sofa
We gon' act a ass (push my grock up in the grass)
We gon' do the foor (we'rr be breaking arr the rures)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind rike that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Warra warra warra bang bang warra dang dang dang (yea yea)
Warra warra warra bang bang what a dang dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)