Dear lord
I understand all the problems that I'm about to express to you
Are things you already know
Well here goes nothing.
Dear lord I am on my knees
And I'm begging please
Just guide me father, this a time I am really in need
Feeling like I just can't go on, mama crying and she lost her home
Tears runnin all down her face, judge gave her ten days to be gone.
My God what I'm gone do now, so stressed that the day go by.
Devil on me and I don't know why, beg mama just please don't cry.
Times get a lil rough I know, when it come to giving up I don't.
Got twins and they on they way, see them stars wanna bet I won't.
Sometimes I ask myself would I be a good father,
Cause I never had mine but I'd give the world to my daughters.
Live and you learn, reap what you sew
Regardless of wealth, grind like your poor.
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I don't put her thru.
And I'm sick and tired of this pain, hate the lames in this game.
Only down because of my name, watchs wish because of my fame.
Lords know that world that I came, lord knows the nights that I cried,
Can't help the pain that's inside, lord wipe the tears from my eyes.
Ever seen the letter of eviction, no place to go but you wishin.
That a blessing come and you lifted, yeah dawg that's all in my vision.
I done been thru hell in them trenches, I done seen the best of them fold,
Lost a couple of my dawgs,
Miss them niggas like shit.
But they still reside
In my heart,
Soul ached and I'm scarred,
I'm a do it for Dale and four fifth, God damn it's hard.
Mothafuck this rappin, I really live this shit.
Blood sweat and tears, I really give a shit.
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I done put her thru.
Chyeah and everyday I'm awake I grind, no time never wait for mine.
Still waitin on the day I shine, my soul every bar every line.
I remember when I had no food, lights off bills overdue.
Lord knows that I've paid my dues, don't forget when I got that news.
They say my mama sickly, thank God she seen her fifties.
I pray and ask forgiveness, please lord just keep her with me.
I was down and out, remember that like yesterday.
Made it out that struggle bracket, this here I'm blessed to say.
Man this worlds so fucked up, gas prices are way to high.
Times hard and I ain't gone lie, bust asses to try and get by.
So who the hell is y'all to be jugdin, made a way from literally nothing.
Yeah I'm talking literally nothing!
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I done put her thru.
Man only lord knows
I thank you Jesus for guiding me, for keepin me
In your name I pray, amen.
Man only lords knows.
Bitter World lyrics - Ace Hood
Struggling my past, pain in my expressions
Running on my last, avoid the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so afraid to fall in
And all these fucking problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just can't be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This bitter earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the lord to give me the strength so they believe was right
Andsmooth nigger who trying to get a home tonight
Infesting the gun the type
It's a cold world, keep your sweater close
Made it be but see family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you doubt your blood
Don't know my real father, how come you drop my love
Alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without your ass
They ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my mom considers my dad
She working spending her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job demands
No thoughts of counter I've failed and let's
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so fuck it I'll buy some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with patience
Got my bizness right, and trust my mama good
What more heart is just to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, bitter world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my baby girls
When I see my baby girls, damn
Sweat and tears, this my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggers die young
Bad role models, that's what that came from
That's what that came from
This bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth, well
Dear world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we made were highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time just disregard it
This bitter world, well
Ah, some live in the blind afraid of the light,
But pain just can't be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams'sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of homies endured a lot of pain
Pray for better nights, slowly they became
I hear my phone ring, fuck who calling me
I just hope that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this bitter world, with no apologies
Babies having babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of being broke
Mama worked too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me hope
Without it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
Running on my last, avoid the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so afraid to fall in
And all these fucking problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just can't be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This bitter earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the lord to give me the strength so they believe was right
Andsmooth nigger who trying to get a home tonight
Infesting the gun the type
It's a cold world, keep your sweater close
Made it be but see family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you doubt your blood
Don't know my real father, how come you drop my love
Alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without your ass
They ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my mom considers my dad
She working spending her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job demands
No thoughts of counter I've failed and let's
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so fuck it I'll buy some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with patience
Got my bizness right, and trust my mama good
What more heart is just to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, bitter world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my baby girls
When I see my baby girls, damn
Sweat and tears, this my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggers die young
Bad role models, that's what that came from
That's what that came from
This bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth, well
Dear world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we made were highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time just disregard it
This bitter world, well
Ah, some live in the blind afraid of the light,
But pain just can't be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams'sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of homies endured a lot of pain
Pray for better nights, slowly they became
I hear my phone ring, fuck who calling me
I just hope that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this bitter world, with no apologies
Babies having babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of being broke
Mama worked too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me hope
Without it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
Spoke To My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood
Mama can finally smile
Pray for a better life
Just to see me through them tougher nights
Spoke to my mama just the other day
I told her only God can make a way
I'm hearin' tears, they runnin down her face
say she fed up with the struggle each and every day
my step pops he be in the way, too many bills my mama gotta pay
but know I got us, no doubt about it on granny grave
they tell 'em bout us, my click ain't coward, you sour made.
and now they sweat me like under armors & gatorade
I pray that one day you see me speak at the VMA’s
and me and Khaled we back to back in the latest things
Throw up the W, we the best is the fucking gang.
Hard work pays off, go and get it, no days off
I know they all remember me you recognize the name
I was that nigga being humble, counted out the game
Now I'm that nigga still humble, carrying the flame
And everybody say I wouldn’t take a walk a shame
Thought about you haters when I got my pinky ring
Live in reality and used to be a great dream
Hustle hard every day getting money five ways
Same ole shit just a different day, out here tryin' to get it,
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
Mama can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Young nigga two seater, tatted up, cruising in a wife beater.
Bad bitch top down 24's see ya skatin' on the whip now
I'm just living life hope you do the same
Keep a bunch of real niggas so I never change
look at me now, look at me then, went from the Taurus, I'm thinkin Benz.
I'm makin' ends,
Now I'm thinkin big.
I got with Khaled, all a nigga do is win.
see we the best nothing less
It's war time hope you niggas brought a vest
got plenty women, give them that penicillin
fuck em on that Gucci ..she cumin in minutes
No love intended, I'm just tryin to wet the willy
They free my nigga Joc, he supposed to did a life sentence
I'm from the bottom came from the mud
Was given nothing no love now I'm beast mode, no hugs, back again show nuff
I’m the definition of blowin up
Look in my niggas eyes better know what's on us
you’d better know what’s on us
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
Mamma can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Pray for a better life
Just to see me through them tougher nights
Spoke to my mama just the other day
I told her only God can make a way
I'm hearin' tears, they runnin down her face
say she fed up with the struggle each and every day
my step pops he be in the way, too many bills my mama gotta pay
but know I got us, no doubt about it on granny grave
they tell 'em bout us, my click ain't coward, you sour made.
and now they sweat me like under armors & gatorade
I pray that one day you see me speak at the VMA’s
and me and Khaled we back to back in the latest things
Throw up the W, we the best is the fucking gang.
Hard work pays off, go and get it, no days off
I know they all remember me you recognize the name
I was that nigga being humble, counted out the game
Now I'm that nigga still humble, carrying the flame
And everybody say I wouldn’t take a walk a shame
Thought about you haters when I got my pinky ring
Live in reality and used to be a great dream
Hustle hard every day getting money five ways
Same ole shit just a different day, out here tryin' to get it,
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
Mama can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Young nigga two seater, tatted up, cruising in a wife beater.
Bad bitch top down 24's see ya skatin' on the whip now
I'm just living life hope you do the same
Keep a bunch of real niggas so I never change
look at me now, look at me then, went from the Taurus, I'm thinkin Benz.
I'm makin' ends,
Now I'm thinkin big.
I got with Khaled, all a nigga do is win.
see we the best nothing less
It's war time hope you niggas brought a vest
got plenty women, give them that penicillin
fuck em on that Gucci ..she cumin in minutes
No love intended, I'm just tryin to wet the willy
They free my nigga Joc, he supposed to did a life sentence
I'm from the bottom came from the mud
Was given nothing no love now I'm beast mode, no hugs, back again show nuff
I’m the definition of blowin up
Look in my niggas eyes better know what's on us
you’d better know what’s on us
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
Mamma can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Hustle Hard (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)
[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Ace Hood:]
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass off
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the ben Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
"We The best" be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Rick Ross:]
24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my beaker
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 bugiady, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre
[Lil Wayne:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
[Ace Hood:]
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, now, black card in my buggy
Riding round in that daddy
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley
Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon
[Ace Hood:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Ace Hood:]
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass off
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the ben Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
"We The best" be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Rick Ross:]
24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my beaker
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 bugiady, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre
[Lil Wayne:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
[Ace Hood:]
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, now, black card in my buggy
Riding round in that daddy
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley
Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon
[Ace Hood:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Walk It Like I Talk It lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
Okay I stepped off in this mothafucka
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I Think I'm the shit, you should think the same
I'm swagging with them all bet them bitches know my name
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I said it? Them other niggas stompin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Not long before I cop it, now it's off the market
[Verse 1:]
Ok now, more money more problems, just bring me my dollars
See I'm 'bout my fetti, paper chasing scholar
Got them diamonds on my wrist, more off from my collar
Swag is on the good, talking chubaka I pull up in that coolata
Hoppin out with the models
Hand them with the marbles, they might have some type of choppers
I just tell you how to play, watch what you be sayin
Walk it like I talk it bitch I'm focus on the bandz
I pull up to any club, you already know
There go mister hood, just don't check him at the door
Got that bumper label on, oh I think I'm fly
Bitch you know I is, that's exactly my reply
[Hook:]
K.R. stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; no longer on the market
[Verse 2:]
Ok, I'm too raw for you bitches
Living what you wishing
Keeko gonna keep that pistol, swear one day it meet your stitches
You should see me when I'm loking, sipping on my lil
Potion
Have them bitches bugging, yeah I'm talking roaches
Cause I walk it like I talk it, copy it if I like it
Gonna bet I get her wet
Check that pussy like some nices
Bet I'm getting head
Swaggin off in the jag
With the top peeling back
Just to make them mad, just another paper tag
I'm so down for the talking, that's just if you mention cash
What you say? What you say?
Ok, we ain't talking about paper
You kindly kiss my ass
[Hook:]
I stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; it's no longer on the market
Okay I stepped off in this mothafucka
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I Think I'm the shit, you should think the same
I'm swagging with them all bet them bitches know my name
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I said it? Them other niggas stompin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Not long before I cop it, now it's off the market
[Verse 1:]
Ok now, more money more problems, just bring me my dollars
See I'm 'bout my fetti, paper chasing scholar
Got them diamonds on my wrist, more off from my collar
Swag is on the good, talking chubaka I pull up in that coolata
Hoppin out with the models
Hand them with the marbles, they might have some type of choppers
I just tell you how to play, watch what you be sayin
Walk it like I talk it bitch I'm focus on the bandz
I pull up to any club, you already know
There go mister hood, just don't check him at the door
Got that bumper label on, oh I think I'm fly
Bitch you know I is, that's exactly my reply
[Hook:]
K.R. stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; no longer on the market
[Verse 2:]
Ok, I'm too raw for you bitches
Living what you wishing
Keeko gonna keep that pistol, swear one day it meet your stitches
You should see me when I'm loking, sipping on my lil
Potion
Have them bitches bugging, yeah I'm talking roaches
Cause I walk it like I talk it, copy it if I like it
Gonna bet I get her wet
Check that pussy like some nices
Bet I'm getting head
Swaggin off in the jag
With the top peeling back
Just to make them mad, just another paper tag
I'm so down for the talking, that's just if you mention cash
What you say? What you say?
Ok, we ain't talking about paper
You kindly kiss my ass
[Hook:]
I stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; it's no longer on the market
I Know lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 1:]
Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho
Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros
Two Fours, suicide on the back do'
Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo
Pop off, shots to ya elbow
More shells, comin through your window
All black, semis slide in the renzo
Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo
Drop top, that's only when the wind blow
See a nigga low pro, double M logo
Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch
She thick, nothin like ya average
My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy
The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me
But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto
Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though
Call me, Papi Chulo
Polo when I'm ridin in the culo
God damn, I'm way too gutta
Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta
Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha
Don't believe, just ask my brotha
[Hook: x2]
Bitch I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 2:]
Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo
Know my t-shirt and boxers polo
Love me a little coco loso
Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no
Hate when they say they ain't no groupie
Trick you choose, and they already know so
Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do
Gettin some head, suck it so slow
Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo
Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo
Got a job and she wanna get paid mo
Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so
Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go
Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo
Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol
Yessir when it's about that dinero
Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo
Double G sandals, tank top camo
Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin
Just imagine the penthouse pattern
Pockets stay full of that cabbage
Neck and wrist stay full of them karats
Some shit you can't inherit
Me and money eloped, we married
[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 1:]
Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho
Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros
Two Fours, suicide on the back do'
Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo
Pop off, shots to ya elbow
More shells, comin through your window
All black, semis slide in the renzo
Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo
Drop top, that's only when the wind blow
See a nigga low pro, double M logo
Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch
She thick, nothin like ya average
My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy
The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me
But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto
Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though
Call me, Papi Chulo
Polo when I'm ridin in the culo
God damn, I'm way too gutta
Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta
Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha
Don't believe, just ask my brotha
[Hook: x2]
Bitch I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 2:]
Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo
Know my t-shirt and boxers polo
Love me a little coco loso
Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no
Hate when they say they ain't no groupie
Trick you choose, and they already know so
Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do
Gettin some head, suck it so slow
Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo
Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo
Got a job and she wanna get paid mo
Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so
Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go
Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo
Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol
Yessir when it's about that dinero
Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo
Double G sandals, tank top camo
Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin
Just imagine the penthouse pattern
Pockets stay full of that cabbage
Neck and wrist stay full of them karats
Some shit you can't inherit
Me and money eloped, we married
[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
Tear Da Roof Off lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
Pour up some liquor chasin’ with the juice,
I came to party; what you came to do?
I got them Rose bottles by the bucket,
Grab ya dawg and tell him ‘Fuck it, go all out or nothin’”.
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Shout out to DJ in this muhfucka,
Bottles in the air, you ballin’ like a muhfuckaaaaaaa,
[Verse 1]
I’m fresh to death and they know this, hoppin’ out of that Beamer,
Fresh up out of that Neiman, Marcus rockin’ the meanest,
Fly shit with my fly bitch, ass phatter than Trina,
Pullin’ up to the club I swear my swagga on a seizure,
Make yo bitch Beat Bop the sneaker, she know where to meet us,
Bitch I’m not a star, don’t carry no V’Gers,
Got them faces in my Levi’s, flyer than your G5’s,
Big money what I rely, you are just a peon,
And I bounce around, I’m in focus,
Rose is all that we pourin’, smoking all of that doja, standin’ on all them sofas,
Tear dat roof up off this muhfucka, man fuck it,
Club buckin’ in this muhfucka, you say you like it, huh?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everybody on liquor, homies rollin’ them swishers,
Everybody takin’ pictures, seen her friends but I like her sister,
Got that ass round and I need it, don’t make me repeat it,
Swaggin’ out of this world, confident, conceited,
Drinkin’ Rose after bottles, riiiiiiiight, and I’m with them models,
Like I’m ‘thicker than a Snicker’ type, that’s what I like,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka, hey mister DJ, bring it back off in this muhfuckaaaaaaaaa,
Yeah, so fuck who got a problem wit it,
Got me into my zone, I can handle my own, they not in my division,
Gotta pocket full of green, and a Ray Benz black with diamonds yellow, homie,
See ya money too small, sorry, you cannot join this ceremony.
[Hook]
Pour up some liquor chasin’ with the juice,
I came to party; what you came to do?
I got them Rose bottles by the bucket,
Grab ya dawg and tell him ‘Fuck it, go all out or nothin’”.
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Shout out to DJ in this muhfucka,
Bottles in the air, you ballin’ like a muhfuckaaaaaaa,
[Verse 1]
I’m fresh to death and they know this, hoppin’ out of that Beamer,
Fresh up out of that Neiman, Marcus rockin’ the meanest,
Fly shit with my fly bitch, ass phatter than Trina,
Pullin’ up to the club I swear my swagga on a seizure,
Make yo bitch Beat Bop the sneaker, she know where to meet us,
Bitch I’m not a star, don’t carry no V’Gers,
Got them faces in my Levi’s, flyer than your G5’s,
Big money what I rely, you are just a peon,
And I bounce around, I’m in focus,
Rose is all that we pourin’, smoking all of that doja, standin’ on all them sofas,
Tear dat roof up off this muhfucka, man fuck it,
Club buckin’ in this muhfucka, you say you like it, huh?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everybody on liquor, homies rollin’ them swishers,
Everybody takin’ pictures, seen her friends but I like her sister,
Got that ass round and I need it, don’t make me repeat it,
Swaggin’ out of this world, confident, conceited,
Drinkin’ Rose after bottles, riiiiiiiight, and I’m with them models,
Like I’m ‘thicker than a Snicker’ type, that’s what I like,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka, hey mister DJ, bring it back off in this muhfuckaaaaaaaaa,
Yeah, so fuck who got a problem wit it,
Got me into my zone, I can handle my own, they not in my division,
Gotta pocket full of green, and a Ray Benz black with diamonds yellow, homie,
See ya money too small, sorry, you cannot join this ceremony.
[Hook]
Go N' Get It (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means...
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I'm tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and fuck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can't stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I've been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in...
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing I'll as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You's a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting's good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I'm fishing for grub
I'm in the water with the Great White, I'm whippin up
Don't make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
Of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I'm about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I'm ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I'm shootin' muthafucka
Best believe I'm going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don't speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
Fuck you think I'm gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain't eat your food yet - you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus any king
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it's beautiful
Ain't freeze the watches, it's 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where's my cape? You ain't gotta ask me where's the flake
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthafucka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, just like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
Move that [?] just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You don't want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like it's robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside's mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let's keep it G
On some ref shit
We don't trust each other, we don't know each other's address
I fuck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you's an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don't give a fuck, I hit your crib up with TNT
[Hook]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means...
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I'm tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and fuck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can't stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I've been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in...
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing I'll as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You's a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting's good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I'm fishing for grub
I'm in the water with the Great White, I'm whippin up
Don't make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
Of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I'm about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I'm ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I'm shootin' muthafucka
Best believe I'm going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don't speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
Fuck you think I'm gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain't eat your food yet - you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus any king
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it's beautiful
Ain't freeze the watches, it's 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where's my cape? You ain't gotta ask me where's the flake
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthafucka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, just like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
Move that [?] just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You don't want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like it's robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside's mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let's keep it G
On some ref shit
We don't trust each other, we don't know each other's address
I fuck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you's an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don't give a fuck, I hit your crib up with TNT
[Hook]
"The Statement" (2010)
- Knock Knock lyrics - Ace Hood
- Hustle Hard lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)
- Lifestyle lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Sean Kingston)
- Light Up (Freestyle) lyrics - Ace Hood
Knock Knock lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Uh, Oh you thought I wasn't coming back with this one right here Huh? Haha Mr. Hood!... Look, It go...
[Hook:]
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Hey knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash?
[Verse 1:]
Ok see, ain't nothing funny boy them dollars keep coming
Ok I got a lot of money
Ain't shit change, Big face hundreds
Pinky and the brain, Triple black cars
Bitch you know the name
Mr. Hood lover, supermodel brains
Kicking down the door, give me what I came for
Checking with my shooters, blow a hole in your kango
They some barracudas And I'm up with the cash flow...
They some assholes
I think I'm Castro, I think I'm Scarface
Blowing money fast, Ricky Rose'
Big fire with me, up in the parleyed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Hey knock, knock, bang, bang, bitch I'm past that
Hey wait a minute, bitch I think I had a relapse
Don't jack my money I ain't asking where the cash at
Pull out that chopper make you wonder where your legs at
Hold up wait doctor better ask him where your meds at
Where the cash at? Better have that
Super money shit, now can you smell that?
I'm on my grizzle trying make a milli
Duffle full of money more up in for dinner
That's ground paper only thing I'm chasing
Money over bitches, that's just in my nature
Coming for my mullah I'm sharp with that eraser
[Hook]
Uh, Oh you thought I wasn't coming back with this one right here Huh? Haha Mr. Hood!... Look, It go...
[Hook:]
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Hey knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash?
[Verse 1:]
Ok see, ain't nothing funny boy them dollars keep coming
Ok I got a lot of money
Ain't shit change, Big face hundreds
Pinky and the brain, Triple black cars
Bitch you know the name
Mr. Hood lover, supermodel brains
Kicking down the door, give me what I came for
Checking with my shooters, blow a hole in your kango
They some barracudas And I'm up with the cash flow...
They some assholes
I think I'm Castro, I think I'm Scarface
Blowing money fast, Ricky Rose'
Big fire with me, up in the parleyed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Hey knock, knock, bang, bang, bitch I'm past that
Hey wait a minute, bitch I think I had a relapse
Don't jack my money I ain't asking where the cash at
Pull out that chopper make you wonder where your legs at
Hold up wait doctor better ask him where your meds at
Where the cash at? Better have that
Super money shit, now can you smell that?
I'm on my grizzle trying make a milli
Duffle full of money more up in for dinner
That's ground paper only thing I'm chasing
Money over bitches, that's just in my nature
Coming for my mullah I'm sharp with that eraser
[Hook]
Lifestyle lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Sean Kingston)
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Beach side view, white girl coupe, make believe top, thought you seen the roof
White flip-flops, designer shades Louis, big face blockers family guy Stewie
I'm so addicted to it, My bitch she shop and tourin,
Them niggas wish to do her just know she so manure
Who you lyin folks, she got her game up, 24 inches, Rover Range truck,
This is my life style, I live my life wow, four or five bitches, Pipe down,
Money cars and clothes, all a nigga know, dedicate the flow
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I'm addicted to this life, I would never ever change it,
Looking back on life I swear to God that it's amazing
Ridin in the flyest riff, now I'm eating casian,
Thousand dollar Louie couple hundred for the fragrant,
Mamma I made it, yes I did,
Used to live with seven, three bed crib
But now I got my own and now I'm rottin chrome,
These women love the money, so they becoming showns,
I see these niggas hatin, but they can't be what I'm on,
Give my chic a couple stacks then I ship her off to Rome,
So bye-bye you, hit the mall and buy it all baby it's the truth
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Beach side view, white girl coupe, make believe top, thought you seen the roof
White flip-flops, designer shades Louis, big face blockers family guy Stewie
I'm so addicted to it, My bitch she shop and tourin,
Them niggas wish to do her just know she so manure
Who you lyin folks, she got her game up, 24 inches, Rover Range truck,
This is my life style, I live my life wow, four or five bitches, Pipe down,
Money cars and clothes, all a nigga know, dedicate the flow
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I'm addicted to this life, I would never ever change it,
Looking back on life I swear to God that it's amazing
Ridin in the flyest riff, now I'm eating casian,
Thousand dollar Louie couple hundred for the fragrant,
Mamma I made it, yes I did,
Used to live with seven, three bed crib
But now I got my own and now I'm rottin chrome,
These women love the money, so they becoming showns,
I see these niggas hatin, but they can't be what I'm on,
Give my chic a couple stacks then I ship her off to Rome,
So bye-bye you, hit the mall and buy it all baby it's the truth
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
Light Up (Freestyle) lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro: Ace Hood]
Well alright
(Statement)
There's only one way to go from here
And that's up
(Mister Hood)
Amen
[Ace Hood:]
Okay, me and them schemes got my past life jealous
Niggas doing crime but I'm into making cheddar
Promise to my mama you will never send me letters
Or view me through them bars with them murderers and killers
Addicted to the women, but she like to call them hoes
With them fine high heels and them super fitted clothes
Fascinated by the dough, I graduated on
Just my salary alone I can get a bank a loan
With them six figure checks that just pop up at my home
Got me flying around the world, Louis V. to carry on
And what do I do? Blow a couple on a shone
Brag about it on the phone to my niggas back at home
Got my mama in my ear saying "Leave the women 'lone"
They don't mean you no good, they just know you by your song
But that's another note, I just thought I'd let them know
Mister Chili-Pepper-Flow, sick as AIDS in the throat
Man you niggas for the show, call them Doctor Huxtable
This 'The Statement', I swear you rappers sign at the do'
Mister 9-5-4, blow a nigga team's smoke
Who going to kill them in the end before the credits even wrote?
This a movie, niggas playing groupies
Jumping on your dick when they see you in the two seat
Claiming that he hot, but you rappers never move me
Like they take the action out the motherfucking movie
Boo he, puue, nigga I'm the shit man
Bad bladder so I only wear a shit bag
Yeah, so name another nigga this dope
If it is, probably turn him into white coke
Big money, bitch nigga I repute broke
Light slow and I swear I let them all know
I'm at your front door
Light it up if you know you got the good smoke
[Drake:]
Who would have thought
I'd be caught, in this life?
Let's celebrate, with a toast
And get lost, in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We going to make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I'm a make it go...
Well alright
(Statement)
There's only one way to go from here
And that's up
(Mister Hood)
Amen
[Ace Hood:]
Okay, me and them schemes got my past life jealous
Niggas doing crime but I'm into making cheddar
Promise to my mama you will never send me letters
Or view me through them bars with them murderers and killers
Addicted to the women, but she like to call them hoes
With them fine high heels and them super fitted clothes
Fascinated by the dough, I graduated on
Just my salary alone I can get a bank a loan
With them six figure checks that just pop up at my home
Got me flying around the world, Louis V. to carry on
And what do I do? Blow a couple on a shone
Brag about it on the phone to my niggas back at home
Got my mama in my ear saying "Leave the women 'lone"
They don't mean you no good, they just know you by your song
But that's another note, I just thought I'd let them know
Mister Chili-Pepper-Flow, sick as AIDS in the throat
Man you niggas for the show, call them Doctor Huxtable
This 'The Statement', I swear you rappers sign at the do'
Mister 9-5-4, blow a nigga team's smoke
Who going to kill them in the end before the credits even wrote?
This a movie, niggas playing groupies
Jumping on your dick when they see you in the two seat
Claiming that he hot, but you rappers never move me
Like they take the action out the motherfucking movie
Boo he, puue, nigga I'm the shit man
Bad bladder so I only wear a shit bag
Yeah, so name another nigga this dope
If it is, probably turn him into white coke
Big money, bitch nigga I repute broke
Light slow and I swear I let them all know
I'm at your front door
Light it up if you know you got the good smoke
[Drake:]
Who would have thought
I'd be caught, in this life?
Let's celebrate, with a toast
And get lost, in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We going to make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I'm a make it go...
"Ace Won't Fold" (2008)
- DJ Khaled Intro lyrics - Ace Hood
- Cash Flow - ace hood (feat. T-Pain, Rick Ross)
- We Here (Dunn Dunn) lyrics - Ace Hood
- I'm Me Freestyle lyrics - Ace Hood
- Lollipop Freestyle lyrics - Ace Hood
- Picture Me Rollin' lyrics - Ace Hood
Lollipop Freestyle lyrics - Ace Hood
I say he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the Rapper
Sh Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
She She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
Sh Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
She, She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And you know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And you know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
[ACE HOOD:]
Shawty she ain't never meet a nigga like ace
The way she give me face is amazing grace
They say they love my swag when I drag in the place
And I'm waving at haters cause I'm high in out of space
In them bitches no the business poppin rosay by the case
The women try to get get get me before I get away
They pullin on my dreads they rubbin on my chest
The whsper in my ear like they won't to have sex
I'm like shawty wait in line she like baby I'm next
Now see mama wanna fuck now she drunk off in the club
Come kick it like it's soccer baby fucking with a thug
I'm feelin like usher making love up in this club
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club(oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that)
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
And shawty wanna lic lick lick lick me like a lollipop I can make her body rock
She want me as her candy drop favorite color chocolate I'm melting like a ice pop
Pull up in that white drop all them bitches mouth drop
Now they wanna lick me till they get me to that city spot
Let me see u drop like yo muthafucking pantys hot
Groupie sex is so delicious now I got to dose it ohhhhhh
Li li li li lick me till yo tounge reach numbness
And let that tounge ring be really worth something
Say see want to fuck with her head on a pumpkin
Well trick or treat I givem lollipop for coming lic lic lic lic lick me shawty whisper wat u want
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club(oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that)
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
So I let her lick the Rapper
Sh Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
She She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
Sh Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
She, She lick me like a lollipop (lollipop)
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And you know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And you know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
[ACE HOOD:]
Shawty she ain't never meet a nigga like ace
The way she give me face is amazing grace
They say they love my swag when I drag in the place
And I'm waving at haters cause I'm high in out of space
In them bitches no the business poppin rosay by the case
The women try to get get get me before I get away
They pullin on my dreads they rubbin on my chest
The whsper in my ear like they won't to have sex
I'm like shawty wait in line she like baby I'm next
Now see mama wanna fuck now she drunk off in the club
Come kick it like it's soccer baby fucking with a thug
I'm feelin like usher making love up in this club
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club(oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that)
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
And shawty wanna lic lick lick lick me like a lollipop I can make her body rock
She want me as her candy drop favorite color chocolate I'm melting like a ice pop
Pull up in that white drop all them bitches mouth drop
Now they wanna lick me till they get me to that city spot
Let me see u drop like yo muthafucking pantys hot
Groupie sex is so delicious now I got to dose it ohhhhhh
Li li li li lick me till yo tounge reach numbness
And let that tounge ring be really worth something
Say see want to fuck with her head on a pumpkin
Well trick or treat I givem lollipop for coming lic lic lic lic lick me shawty whisper wat u want
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club(oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that)
You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
I'm Me Freestyle lyrics - Ace Hood
A say hello to mister cutthroat bodys on the damn flo
All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls
These haters pissed they know I'm the shit like my asshole
And I'm from the city were fuckin snitches don't last long
And I'm in the city were u keep it real or get mashed on
Yes that be broward county I love it it's still home
If they don't like it a say fuckem still they walls gone
And to my city got to meet up with yo mans homes
For lot of dell pumping for browder be my damn zone
Feel that anyway with it you can get serviced like a cell phone
They got that coke it's brightest whitest like a snow cone
And I'm me give my all behind this microphone
I give my blood sweat in tears in till my casket closed
In tell then I'm a givem wat they askin for
Hope up out that newest shit louie kicks wavin makon six
See me with that square in I'll blow a kiss at yo ladys kid
Fuck the politics I am all the shit that I say I am
Yes I know I'm blessed am bonnies angel I'm heaven sent
That's word to mother mommy never see yo baby quit
And know matter how many blocks of haters yo youngin get
So f'em all I'm taking over let me in this bitch
It's buck buck bang it throw grenades wen I am in the mix
I got my hand over they throat in now they shitten bricks
I'm climbing to the top and every one is like who is this tellem who the shit ace hood homie
And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's
And I am next to be the best up in this southern limit
And I'm from the city were ther is no mister millionaires
And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's
And I'm next to be the best up in this southern limit
And I'm next to be the best up in the southern limit
I'm from the city were there ain't know mister millionaires
That's why today I got my deal I cried a hundred tears
Cause once I got it promised momma that we out of here
My swag changed in I lit up like the city fair
I started doing interviews and photo shoots to death
These niggas seen it and they hollin bout this shit ain't fair
Why he ain't chose me how come he chose him
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Make sure you comprehend make sure you understand do that just do that do that
I am the fuckin man
All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls
These haters pissed they know I'm the shit like my asshole
And I'm from the city were fuckin snitches don't last long
And I'm in the city were u keep it real or get mashed on
Yes that be broward county I love it it's still home
If they don't like it a say fuckem still they walls gone
And to my city got to meet up with yo mans homes
For lot of dell pumping for browder be my damn zone
Feel that anyway with it you can get serviced like a cell phone
They got that coke it's brightest whitest like a snow cone
And I'm me give my all behind this microphone
I give my blood sweat in tears in till my casket closed
In tell then I'm a givem wat they askin for
Hope up out that newest shit louie kicks wavin makon six
See me with that square in I'll blow a kiss at yo ladys kid
Fuck the politics I am all the shit that I say I am
Yes I know I'm blessed am bonnies angel I'm heaven sent
That's word to mother mommy never see yo baby quit
And know matter how many blocks of haters yo youngin get
So f'em all I'm taking over let me in this bitch
It's buck buck bang it throw grenades wen I am in the mix
I got my hand over they throat in now they shitten bricks
I'm climbing to the top and every one is like who is this tellem who the shit ace hood homie
And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's
And I am next to be the best up in this southern limit
And I'm from the city were ther is no mister millionaires
And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's
And I'm next to be the best up in this southern limit
And I'm next to be the best up in the southern limit
I'm from the city were there ain't know mister millionaires
That's why today I got my deal I cried a hundred tears
Cause once I got it promised momma that we out of here
My swag changed in I lit up like the city fair
I started doing interviews and photo shoots to death
These niggas seen it and they hollin bout this shit ain't fair
Why he ain't chose me how come he chose him
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Make sure you comprehend make sure you understand do that just do that do that
I am the fuckin man
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