Actin’ Bad The Click (Ft. B-Legit, D-Shot & E-40)

[E-40]
Touchdown from all angles...and what have you

Make like a tampon and soak up this game
While I teach you about my dictionary book of slang
I used to fuck with the triple, the coconut popsicles
Been tellin' time on the grind, but never got caught in the pickle
My doctor say I drank too much, cirrhosis
But I'm pissy drunk until my liver bust, guess 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 brothers
Got that white bitch, tight shit, right fo' sho'
Hook me with a pot and some boil and watch me feed the snow
Niggas know that when I'm tore 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?
I put that fool on the pavement
Doing whatever it takes to get my grits
Stackin' large mail, tryin' to get my pockets thick
And fuckin' every bitch that I could
Fly vultures with those niggas actin' bad in my hood