Scrilla Vic - Actin' Bad Lyrics
Let me tell you somethin’. The V is a badass.Fine dime brizzles in the back, I’mma tap thatWhere the trap at? I am he who laughs lastBig top dog on the scene who smash catsActin’ bad but you’re boy is never badly actin’Point me to the stage and I get it crackalackin’Blowin’ stacks of cash while I’m blowin’ up loudlyShowin’ out, I represent the West Coast proudlyShakin’ off haters and lames. Bring a couple rubbers or the V will make it rain on your damePartyin’ like Mardi Gras with your lady friendsSundown to sunup, the layin’ never endsDo it all again. It’s the same ole’ sameGot money on my mind and bootie on the brainI found my thrills in your Blueberry HillsFor real. I’m gonna need a Paul Wall grill feel.Word to the D! See I’m swangin’ when I walkSpittin’ out rhymes like I’m slangin’ when I rockDon’t talk the talk if you can’t walk the walkGot a sag in my pants cuz the haters on my jockGo ‘head get lifted, the V will just lift offStay superfly in this game since kickoffTip top – where I reside on the dailyHeads in the clouds – boy the V’s so crazyMaybe you can kick it with me babyAs long as it’s gushin’, girl it’s all gravyMy future looks bright, but I’m too cool for shadesToo cool for braids or an EscaladeTry me? Go ahead make my dayYou can quote me, cuz you got nothin’ to sayWatch me ride out with my Maybach waysI been actin’ bad since them wayback daysI grind like Dorrough. Keep you wired to the TBangin’ sick beats from the BTP, YuhI can make ‘ya holler like the NC Double A’sKnock it out the park like the Tampa Devil RaysLove some double D’s. The V is double troubleScoopin’ up the honeys on the double when I bubbleIf you’re rappers lame, call me with the urgencyAnd I’ll put it down in case of emergencyI’m so nice I don’t mind my manners Can’t believe your ears when I spit this grammarHammered if I mix the rum and the cokeMy flows so potent. Come and take a little toke.Not a joke. Nah. Bun B’s kind of trillYou’d think I was stuntin’-turnin’ wood grain wheelsDon’t need to brag ‘bout my cash or my slabThe V breaks it down that bein’ bad ain’t an act
