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Actin' Bad
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Actin' Bad was released on November 7, 1995 by Jive as a part of the album Game Related
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Release DateNovember 7, 1995
LabelJive
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Click
The Click
Performer
Kevin Gardner
Kevin Gardner
Drum Programming
B-Legit
B-Legit
Vocals
D-Shot
D-Shot
Vocals
E-40
E-40
Vocals
Ken Franklin
Ken Franklin
Guitar, Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Composer, Lyrics
Brandt Jones
Brandt Jones
Lyrics, Composer
Danell Stevens
Danell Stevens
Composer, Lyrics
Kevin Gardner
Kevin Gardner
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Gardner
Kevin Gardner
Producer
B-Legit
B-Legit
Mixing Engineer
E-40
E-40
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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
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 **** 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
**** know that when I'm tore that I be gone
And don't know what the fuck page I be on
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 **** actin' bad in my hood
**** actin' bad (Ooh)
**** actin' bad (Actin' bad)
**** actin' bad (Real bad)
**** actin' bad (**** actin' bad)
**** actin' bad (Real bad)
**** actin' bad (Ooh, ooh)
I grew up listenin' to Too Short and Freddie B
It's some **** out in Richmond, Magic Mike and Calvin T
Kind off UTFO, KRS
Blowfly and Rudy Ray Moore, girls and sex
I pulls up in my truck, be lookin' cleaner then Kaiser
Burnin' more rubber than a pussy on fire
Now there you go, 40 flashin' like warden
Man, fuck a hoe, mayne, that bitch ain't important
I once heard a **** say pimpin' was dead
But me and that **** smoke dank to the head
We was choppin' up game just between us playas
The **** tellin' me that he runnin' for mayor
With a campaign strong, got his money on
Flipped a brand new Jag when he wrapped his Brougham
It's going on, and motherfuckers do this
Catch me out there bad, actin' foolish
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 year we roll thick to the Gavin Convention
Handin' out cassettes, all we want is distributin'
Forced to sell tapes out the trunk of our vehicles
Thirty-day consignment sh-uh-sheets at Leopolds
Shows out of state on some concert dates
Plus ice skating on some chrome 1-8's
Motel flash 'cause the 'caine 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 make me sick with they broke ass
Now who y'all know that need that dope fast?
Now who's got my back?
Now that I'm fuckin' with keys, e'yday I gots to have my strap
Too many fools wants to take my place
But I'm a sharp ass **** and I'ma damn sho' stack my bank
I flips and flops, buster ass **** drop
Pop the Glock, drop my top, it don't stop
Penelope po-pos, they always try to question me
'Cause out there bad is where a young **** be
Written by: Brandt Jones, Danell Stevens, Earl Stevens, Kevin Gardner
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