Master P

"Yay Actin Bad"

[Chorus:]
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay

[Verse 1:]
Yea, the yeah, with the yea
See it in your eyes, you ain’t but that you gay
P*ssy, it ain’t coming down
It is up there, Yea, with the yeah lay you out
Rest in peace my n*gga, we ain’t creeping
We riding, we ain’t slipping
My n*gga we all bout beef and reef
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
Run up in your house b*tch, I don’t wear a mask
All my youngsters bout that dumb sh*t
All they wanna do is just dumb sh*t
Got a game to call, we don’t miss
Two hundred rounds in the drum for your clip
Ain’t no life in that n*gga, he a ghost
I put that di*k in the chopper and do the most
You outta here

[Chorus:]
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay

[Verse 2:]
I’m B - A - B - A - C - C- H -C - E- B - 4 - 7 [?]
Yea that’s me, I’m on some dumb sh*t
I got the yea with the yea
Pull up on in the curb, box body with the rag
I’m talking dumb sh*t
I drive an hour to pick up the product
Go all that gangsta then go [?]
We back, no limit ain’t got no limit
We promise fully automatic, we go out in semis

[Chorus:]
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay

[Verse 3:]
Listen, I be going 8, really going 8
Waiting all in your bushes like a rattlesnake
123 with the gun straps, I’m with the yea with the yea
You probably get clapped
I be putting in work, really putting in work
Make that motherf*cker jump, make that b*tch j*rk
I be going dumb, you know retarded
I got the red beam on my Glock 40

[Chorus]
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay

[Verse 4:]
They come from one town, you will get pumped down
We make dumb, dumb sh*t like we from Buck Town
Go get your big dog like yea, homie yea
And I’m gon’ lick that b*tch up like I’m from Trinidad
Bring out that black trunk, black mask
Do you something awful
One of them is a boxed up ring and some joints
So I can fix em one of that meatball sh*t
Then I pop out them bushes with a new drumstick like

[Chorus:]
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay
Yea, with the yeah, with the yea
I be on these streets getting money, I can pay

[Outro:]
Yeah I can bet on it, yes
Big money mix the yea with the yea
Yeah I can bet on it yes
How you getting money
I can bet on it yes
Come on

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