Act a Fool (172 BPM)

Act a Fool (172 BPM) - Aerobic Music Workout

Drop 2 fast

Drop 2 furious

I'm too fast for y'all man

Drop 2 fast

Drop 2 furious

I'm too fast for y'all man

Ahh you just came home from doing a bid

Tell me whatcha gon' do act a fool

Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib

Boy whatcha

Be gone

You think twelve gon' catch me gimmie a break

I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate

It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years

They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears

I got suede on my roof wood grain on the dash

Sheep skin on the rug golden grain on the stash

Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride

We go front back and side to side what

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink

Tell me whatcha gon' do act a fool

Now your car just stopped on a empty tank

Boy whatcha gon' do act a fool

If you got late bills and you lost your job

Tell me whatcha gon' do act a fool

If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob

Boy whatcha gon' do act a fool

Let's take it to the streets cause I'm ready to cruise

Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes

And the people just stare so I love to park it

And I just put a computer in the glove compartment

With the petal to the floor radar in the grille

TV in the middle of my steering wheel

It's my car's birthday so we blowing them candles

More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest read it and weep

Nos tank in the back camel hair on the seat

And when I pull up to the club I get all the affection

Cause the women love the paint and they can see their reflection

I'm about to take off so if what ya heard

Because my side mirrors flap like a f**kin' bird

And the fools we gon' clock one and we'll pop one

Cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wad of cash

Man whatcha gon' do act a fool

Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash

Say whatcha gon' do act a fool

Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth

Boy whatcha gon' do act a fool

If anyone talk bad about the dirty south

Tell me what I'm gon' do act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open

Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking

See I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy

Off the off ramp doing about a hundred and fifty

Rollin' through east point on way to ben hill

Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield

Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' sh*t

I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit

And now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout

Plus your new name is fire cause we stomped you out

And yeah we blow trees and beez that's fantastic

So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic

I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart

You'll be like Lil John Q and get a change of heart

It's one mission two clips and some triple beams

I'm about to blow this whole sh*t up to Smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims

Tell me whatcha gon' do act a fool

Man that ain't sticky that's just sticks and steams

Boy whatcha gon' do act a fool

Catch ya man with another b**ch up in ya bed

Ladies whatcha gon' do act a fool

If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red

Boy whatcha gon' do act a fool

2 fast 2 fast

2 furious 2 furious

2 fast 2 fast

Act a fool