Touchdown from all angles...and what have you    [E-40]  Make like a tampon and soak up this game  While I teach ya bout my dictionary book of slang  I used to fuck 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 pissy 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    [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 brush  Got that white bitch, tight shit, right fo' sho'  Hook me with a pot and some soda and watch me flip the snow  Niggas know that when I'm droed 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, who's that fool on the pavement  Damn whatever it takes to get my grits  Stackin' large mail, tryin' to get my pockets thick  And fuckin' every bitch that I could  But what about those niggas actin' bad in my hood    [Chorus]  Niggas actin' bad (Ooh)  Niggas actin' bad (Actin' bad)  Niggas actin' bad (Real bad)  Niggas actin' bad (Niggas actin' bad)  Niggas actin' bad (Real bad)  Niggas actin' bad (Ooh, ooh)    [E-40]  I grew up listenin' to Too Short and Freddie B.  It's some nigas out there between Magic Mike and Calvin T.  Kind off U-T-F-O, KRS  Blow Fly and Rudy Ramone and girls with sex  I ball up in my truck lookin' cleaner then cozi  Burnin' mo' rubber than a pussy on fire  See there ya go, 40 flashin' like blue light  Man fuck his ho, that bitch ain't in check    [B-Legit]  I once heard a ho say pimpin' was dead  But me and that niggas smoked back to the head  We was choppin' up game just between us playas  The nigga 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 motherfuckers doings  Catch me out there bad, actin' foolish    [Chorus with variations]    [E-40]  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 cassettes all we want is distributin'  Forced to sell tapes out the trunk of our vehicles  Tirty day assignments to sheet and leopolds    [B-Legit]  Shows out of state on some concert dates  Plus ice skating on some chrome 1-8s  Motel plans cause the game was hittin'  Seventeen G's cause the game was spittin'  Hangin' in the halls in my draws and shit  Groupie ass bitch on my balls and dick  They makeme sick with they broke ass  Now who y'all know that need that dope fast    [D-Shot]  Now who's got my back  Now that I'm fucki' with keys, hey yeah I gots to have my strap  Too many fools want to take my place  But I'm a sharp ass nigga and I'ma damn sho' stake my bank  I flips and flops, buster ass niggas drop  Pop the glock, drop my top, it don't stop  Fuck these po-pos they always try to question me  Cause actin' bad is where a young nigga be    [Chorus with variations to fade]