can you bring that back, lil mama steady from da front to da back, Holla at Mac, let me see dat back, Mr. Cartel inger show that tat, I dunno how to act
there Was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes Is who I mess with, the best shit was troopin' to the loop With your posisions held class
second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given much is tested Get arrested guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Act
to come sit in my class cause i aint know how to act thank you for beating my ass thats why i know how to act every morning i woke up there was a meal
Griffin And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter Mass Paper long, my money stretchin like yoga class
baseball money Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks Hollywood shotgun, watch me make you act
daddy is rich You sound so funny with your voice all plummy Now your cheque's just bounced, better run to your mummy And you know it's a class act, she
teacher Man, she had a badunkadunk If I would shot from a 'A' She would give me a couple points Fifth grade, I exposed my first ass Sixth grade, I skipped my first class
With all those things you had before All I see is what you are With all your talks you got you for Take your time to face the truth You got no class
M.E.F (The bigheads is at it again) Bone shattering, beat battering me Scattering like roaches Blessin with the over dosage of black black (Say goodbye you got no class
get busy on this record So we can make the dough, shit And make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked On the strength! Party with machine and Oprah Winfr' First class
the bigheads is at it again Bone shattering, beat battering me, scattering like roaches Blessin' with the over dosage of black black Say goodbye you got no class
We don't know how to act, and uh We in the hood We don't know how to act, and uh We all whites We don't know how to act, and uh We on the mic nigga! We don't know how to act
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there Chorus [Verse 2] Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
you thought you knew back in high school Never going, never showing up when we had to Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave I'm sick of always hearing act
your eyes you like the thug type, his & her bikes Diamonds in the rough? right! Love the crushed ice? love to puff la? love to get fucked? right! It's the don with the s-class
through before It's only been three months an I already got it bad So hood that I keep on comin' back My girlfriends tellin' me I don't know how to act
bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe I'll stop calling ya, beyotch I go hard on a bitch, fuck respect for ya men I get my way with a bitch, when I act