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touchdown from all angles and what have you

make like a tampon and soak up this game
while i teach ya ’bout my dictionary book of slang
i used to f-ck 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 p-ssy 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

money plus game four keys and a glock
a fat -ss sack and i ran the block
if it wasn’t my brand it wasn’t on my corner
the only n-gg- plugged with the border brush

got that white b-tch, tight sh-t, right fo’ sho’
hook me with a pot and some soda and watch me flip the snow
n-gg-s know that when i’m droed that i be gone
and don’t know what the f-ck page i be on

back in 86 was a motherf-ckin’ trip to me
a young hustler actin’ bad on the city streets
and never givin’ a f-ck about nothin’
who’s that man that got jacked, who’s that fool on the pavement

d-mn whatever it takes to get my grits
stackin’ large mail, tryin’ to get my pockets thick
and f-ckin’ every b-tch that i could
but what about those n-gg-s actin’ bad in my hood

n-gg-s actin’ bad
(ooh)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(actin’ bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(real bad)

n-gg-s actin’ bad
(n-gg-s actin’ bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(real bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(ooh, ooh)

i grew up listenin’ to too short and freddie b.
it’s some n-gg-s out there between magic mike and calvin t.
kind off u t f o, krs
blow fly and rudy ramone and girls with s-x

i ball up in my truck lookin’ cleaner then cozy
burnin’ mo’ rubber than a p-ssy on fire
see there ya go, 40 flashin’ like blue light
man f-ck his ho, that b-tch ain’t in check

i once heard a ho say pimpin’ was dead
but me and that n-gg-s smoked back to the head
we was choppin’ up game just between us playas
the n-gg- 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 motherf-ckers doings
catch me out there bad, actin’ foolish

n-gg-s actin’ bad
(ooh)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(actin’ bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(real bad)

n-gg-s actin’ bad
(n-gg-s actin’ bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(real bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(ooh, ooh)

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 c-ssettes all we want is distributin’
forced to sell tapes out the trunk of our vehicles
thirty day -ssignments to sheet and leopolds

shows out of state on some concert dates
plus ice skating on some chrome 1-8s
motel plans ’cause the game was h-ttin’
seventeen g’s ’cause the game was spittin’

hangin’ in the halls in my draws and sh-t
groupie -ss b-tch on my b-lls and d-ck
they make me sick with they broke -ss
now who y’all know that need that dope fast

now who’s got my back
now that i’m f-ckin’ with keys, hey yeah, i gots to have my strap
too many fools want to take my place
but i’m a sharp -ss n-gg- and i’ma d-mn sho’ stake my bank

i flips and flops, buster -ss n-gg-s drop
pop the glock, drop my top, it don’t stop
f-ck these po-pos they always try to question me
’cause actin’ bad is where a young n-gg- be

n-gg-s actin’ bad
(ooh)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(actin’ bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(real bad)

n-gg-s actin’ bad
(n-gg-s actin’ bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(real bad)
n-gg-s actin’ bad
(ooh, ooh)

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