Act On It Lyrics

Act On It lyrics

f/ Cam



You don't really wanna really, really

FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot

That's right

We got Cam on the mothership

Wicky-wicky-wicky, riding that cosmic funk

It's all about that money man

Hey Doobie, where you at?



[SonDoobie]

Hey, yo, what's that sound

Who freaks the funk, while Son grabs the pound

I don't count my loot-chee, Doobie gots the cool breeze

Box of jewelry, no hope is what your crew say

Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies

?, off on my lonely

Doobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest

Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging



If you ain't on it, well act on it

And my niggas celebrating, drink on it

Select-mode on the slam on it, now

To ba-ba-bank on it

If you ain't on it, well act on it

And my niggas celebrating, drink on it

Select-mode on the slam on it, now

To ba-ba-bank on it 



[Cam]

Wicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action

Roll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son 

Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?

East, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe

True soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down

Cuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown

They crackind down, now brothers can't even hang

Four deep, without them calling us a gang

Cuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do

How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?

And that do make a nigga want to smash

Homo-police, not po' white trash

Cash rule everything around us so, you know

That's the reason that the clout is for

Cuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now

With the high-pro glow, show and prove and how

You got to act on it



If you ain't on it, well act on it

And my niggas celebrating, drink on it

Select-mode on the slam on it, now

To ba-ba-bank on it

If you ain't on it, well act on it

And my niggas celebrating, drink on it

Select-mode on the slam on it, now

To ba-ba-bank on it



[SonDoobie]

Bo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai

Mercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta

I shine in Heaven, now I'll try

High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i

See my legs cooped like ?

Twenty-four K, we parlay by night

We ride the funk, ?

Night trumps collide, apply the mind set

Come on, let's go to work

And let me see that body jerk

Girls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple

Latin lingo, connect ?

?, stash the loot in the Limo

Pistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window



If you ain't on it, well act on it

And my niggas celebrating, drink on it

Select-mode on the slam on it, now

To ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it

And my niggas celebrating, drink on it

Select-mode on the slam on it, now

To ba-ba-bank on it



A-Doobie-Doobie, yall

A-Doobie-Doobie

You don't really want to really, really

You don't really want to really, really