Act a Ass E-40 (Ft. 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)

[Verse 1]
It's smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We heated up in here (With what?) with street instruments
My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep
We thick in this booch, we 60-something deep
We niggerish, booch, if you feel froggish, 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 ain't talking bout Bufferin
(Gold front and grills) like they do down south
(100 dollar bills) with furniture in they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when it's dry, it's a drought
If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route
If it's woofers, then sub it, clientele and clout
Party and clubbing, up in the building talking loud

[Hook: Rankin Scroo]
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)