[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
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
We Here (Dunn Dunn) lyrics - Ace Hood
[Talking: ACE HOOD]
I here alot of talking bout these nigga ace hood
Alot of people don't know who we be but uh talk to em lil homie ACE
[ACE HOOD:]
Now any nigga won't to know who I be I be h to the double o d
Keeps it gutta till d-I-e run them blocks with the real ogs
Come in see me if you need that cheap fuck them niggas that run they teeth
Pop that clip then I'm takin your sleep split your brain nigga hold that thought
Can't stop me cause I'm runnin the south I'm runnin the streets I'm runnin the block
U runnin your mouth u can might my glock pop pop pop yo body no top
Give me yo cash I'm taking yo last u wanna be bad I'm bustin yo ass
Leave a fuck nigga right there in the grass middle finger how we feel
U ain't heard that we the best and how we runn it I the field
Respect the movement apphiliates in yo ribs bring the piece to yo cribs
Like domino with a deal yea I got me a deal but never seen me a mill so I'm hunting to kill
Letting anything in my field hollerin gettem I gottem I lettem swallow the steel
Let khaled warm the cooler we but them shits on the grill uuuuummmmm yum yum
We at the top of the hill but that logo straight dangling tellem strangers we here
We here nigga we here nigga
I here alot of talking bout these nigga ace hood
Alot of people don't know who we be but uh talk to em lil homie ACE
[ACE HOOD:]
Now any nigga won't to know who I be I be h to the double o d
Keeps it gutta till d-I-e run them blocks with the real ogs
Come in see me if you need that cheap fuck them niggas that run they teeth
Pop that clip then I'm takin your sleep split your brain nigga hold that thought
Can't stop me cause I'm runnin the south I'm runnin the streets I'm runnin the block
U runnin your mouth u can might my glock pop pop pop yo body no top
Give me yo cash I'm taking yo last u wanna be bad I'm bustin yo ass
Leave a fuck nigga right there in the grass middle finger how we feel
U ain't heard that we the best and how we runn it I the field
Respect the movement apphiliates in yo ribs bring the piece to yo cribs
Like domino with a deal yea I got me a deal but never seen me a mill so I'm hunting to kill
Letting anything in my field hollerin gettem I gottem I lettem swallow the steel
Let khaled warm the cooler we but them shits on the grill uuuuummmmm yum yum
We at the top of the hill but that logo straight dangling tellem strangers we here
We here nigga we here nigga
DJ Khaled Intro lyrics - Ace Hood
[DJ Khaled:]
I do these for the hood
I do this for the streets
I do this for the ghetto
This mixtape is called ace won't fold
Ace hood
Broward county
Dade county we gone make um mo fiend
I do these for the hood
I do this for the streets
I do this for the ghetto
This mixtape is called ace won't fold
Ace hood
Broward county
Dade county we gone make um mo fiend
Picture Me Rollin' lyrics - Ace Hood
Gutta understand that boss,
It's me again,
This time I'm in my flyiest sh*t n***a,
If yee ain't think I'm going to the top,
Speak to that huh,
[Verse:]
Picture me rollin in that new 600,
With the big rims on it, gettin blunted counting money
Antother day in my side, I'm living the star life
Picture me strollin that louis bag and fresh nikes,
And many nights I pray right, that sleep tight
With many vision I'm now living that lime lite
They could'ntpicture me dead and preaching that man christ
Lord watch over the kid and let me say it twice,
As I'm becoming the man walk me through life,
I give a damn about a hater that can die twice,
I put it on my only mom who provide life,
For the youngin promise I'm a see a meal twice,
Picture me rollin in a deep sea ocean,
A yacht keep floatin, imagine me coastin,
I'm on the top with a free?,
Drinking H's face giving thanks for the potion,
Linen suits, swade shoes and I'm focused,
It's one motion I'm filled with emotion,
Picture me roll with the best in the business,
Def jam tag just to add to the vision,
I give thanks all praise to the man,
Who in hand given hand, he the best with decisions,
Don't get it twisted the mind frame gifted,
Show me watu got like it's hoovers invention,
Picture me rollin I'm in the city vibin,
A dark boys hidin' my eyes through the violence,
I'm in a whip with'a b*tch from the islands,
That tupac bang as I lead I'm a ride,
Picture me rollin if you can't just imagine a 22 C just creep on a wagon,
I'm ace hood I'm just trynna live lavish,
Straight from the hood were the blocks be savage,
I here 'em talking, I'm just tryna get cabage,
Trynna put moms in a crib wita passion,
It's gon happen the mind is the focus,
It's one motion, I'm filled with emotion,
[Chorus:]
Pitcure me rollin [x2]
Yeah rollin, str8 the top,
Picture me rollin, Ace Hood
Mr Makalister,
Picture me rollin'
Gutta!,
305 You can't feel my vibe,
You can't be were I'm at just,..
This what I want you to do!
It's me again,
This time I'm in my flyiest sh*t n***a,
If yee ain't think I'm going to the top,
Speak to that huh,
[Verse:]
Picture me rollin in that new 600,
With the big rims on it, gettin blunted counting money
Antother day in my side, I'm living the star life
Picture me strollin that louis bag and fresh nikes,
And many nights I pray right, that sleep tight
With many vision I'm now living that lime lite
They could'ntpicture me dead and preaching that man christ
Lord watch over the kid and let me say it twice,
As I'm becoming the man walk me through life,
I give a damn about a hater that can die twice,
I put it on my only mom who provide life,
For the youngin promise I'm a see a meal twice,
Picture me rollin in a deep sea ocean,
A yacht keep floatin, imagine me coastin,
I'm on the top with a free?,
Drinking H's face giving thanks for the potion,
Linen suits, swade shoes and I'm focused,
It's one motion I'm filled with emotion,
Picture me roll with the best in the business,
Def jam tag just to add to the vision,
I give thanks all praise to the man,
Who in hand given hand, he the best with decisions,
Don't get it twisted the mind frame gifted,
Show me watu got like it's hoovers invention,
Picture me rollin I'm in the city vibin,
A dark boys hidin' my eyes through the violence,
I'm in a whip with'a b*tch from the islands,
That tupac bang as I lead I'm a ride,
Picture me rollin if you can't just imagine a 22 C just creep on a wagon,
I'm ace hood I'm just trynna live lavish,
Straight from the hood were the blocks be savage,
I here 'em talking, I'm just tryna get cabage,
Trynna put moms in a crib wita passion,
It's gon happen the mind is the focus,
It's one motion, I'm filled with emotion,
[Chorus:]
Pitcure me rollin [x2]
Yeah rollin, str8 the top,
Picture me rollin, Ace Hood
Mr Makalister,
Picture me rollin'
Gutta!,
305 You can't feel my vibe,
You can't be were I'm at just,..
This what I want you to do!
100 Foreva lyrics - Ace Hood
I’m sick of these niggas, I’m tired of these niggas
I do not fuck with a lot of these niggas
Gangster hitters, I be with gorillas
Strapped and they ready, you want it you get it
Please do not play with my paper, you finished
Patience is short but them choppers extended
My youngins they thuggin’, they smoking, they fucking
They still out to get it but facing a sentence
Fuck do you phonies be talking about
You do not know what that drama’s about
Make you a promise, I promise to ride
Streets is a struggle, I’m tryna survive
Look the bitches, the money we getting
Champagne that we sipping and foreigns to drive
I pull up on em and shit on your lawn
On my paper say owner, you know that it’s mine
I’m ready for beef just to capitalize
Rappers are petty, they pussy, vajin
Turn your little block to a vacated sign
They get to shooting like red line
Tony Montana, the crib in Atlanta
Thinking bout copping the Wraith or the Phantom
Jump on the jet in my fucking pajamas
Shout out my niggas 100 forever
All my lil niggas are still on probation
My [?] just caught him a charge, I’m praying he dodge immigration
He say fuck it’s PO and he still on them papers
And he just bought him a chopper, he told me it come with a laser
[Hook:]
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
Watch how you maneuver
I'm getting tired of tellin' you niggas
Don’t do the zoo, but I know some gorillas
Catch me a body on beats I’m a killer
Flow like a chopper that shot up a villa
Boy don’t forget me, I be with the sinners
I am a vet and you such a beginner
Bitch I run the summers and stunt in the winters
See 90 percent of your shit ain’t remembered
I’m back in this bitch and aim straight at your chest
Kick in the door till I get my respect
Heard the new music, it made me depressed
Free all my niggas that call me collect
We be the business, the lord as my witness
I’m way too committed, no time for them bitches
Shout out Ms. Simmons, you know you can get it
I’m the building, them shooters attending
Like knowledge, we ready for war
Nigga was young when I jumped off the porch
Gave up the tigers and now want the Porsche
Once I got right then my mama divorced
Play with my people, I show no remorse
Throw on my jewelry then show up to court
Crib is so big it look like a resort
Nigga we made it, I’m faded of course
Fuck all these niggas, we fucking they bitch
Hate when they act like they bout it, I guess they just want some attention
Don’t let my humbleness fool you nigga
Call up my niggas to call up they niggas to do you nigga
[Hook]
All of my niggas 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shout out my bitch is 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
I do not fuck with a lot of these niggas
Gangster hitters, I be with gorillas
Strapped and they ready, you want it you get it
Please do not play with my paper, you finished
Patience is short but them choppers extended
My youngins they thuggin’, they smoking, they fucking
They still out to get it but facing a sentence
Fuck do you phonies be talking about
You do not know what that drama’s about
Make you a promise, I promise to ride
Streets is a struggle, I’m tryna survive
Look the bitches, the money we getting
Champagne that we sipping and foreigns to drive
I pull up on em and shit on your lawn
On my paper say owner, you know that it’s mine
I’m ready for beef just to capitalize
Rappers are petty, they pussy, vajin
Turn your little block to a vacated sign
They get to shooting like red line
Tony Montana, the crib in Atlanta
Thinking bout copping the Wraith or the Phantom
Jump on the jet in my fucking pajamas
Shout out my niggas 100 forever
All my lil niggas are still on probation
My [?] just caught him a charge, I’m praying he dodge immigration
He say fuck it’s PO and he still on them papers
And he just bought him a chopper, he told me it come with a laser
[Hook:]
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
Watch how you maneuver
I'm getting tired of tellin' you niggas
Don’t do the zoo, but I know some gorillas
Catch me a body on beats I’m a killer
Flow like a chopper that shot up a villa
Boy don’t forget me, I be with the sinners
I am a vet and you such a beginner
Bitch I run the summers and stunt in the winters
See 90 percent of your shit ain’t remembered
I’m back in this bitch and aim straight at your chest
Kick in the door till I get my respect
Heard the new music, it made me depressed
Free all my niggas that call me collect
We be the business, the lord as my witness
I’m way too committed, no time for them bitches
Shout out Ms. Simmons, you know you can get it
I’m the building, them shooters attending
Like knowledge, we ready for war
Nigga was young when I jumped off the porch
Gave up the tigers and now want the Porsche
Once I got right then my mama divorced
Play with my people, I show no remorse
Throw on my jewelry then show up to court
Crib is so big it look like a resort
Nigga we made it, I’m faded of course
Fuck all these niggas, we fucking they bitch
Hate when they act like they bout it, I guess they just want some attention
Don’t let my humbleness fool you nigga
Call up my niggas to call up they niggas to do you nigga
[Hook]
All of my niggas 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shout out my bitch is 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
All Bets On Ace lyrics - Ace Hood
As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at?
I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons
See the curtains is black
I murder you niggas for certain and
I be in and be back
Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact
Hop on any track and demolish
Don't you bother wit' that
Cuz that bitch who bother
Me them hollows out the Tahoe
We be poppin' like it's bottles
Chop you up like a sarodo in fact
I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack
Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that
Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack
I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat
But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks
Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place
Put dat heater to yo' face
And tell you lead me to the safe
Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place
This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace
That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies
If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes
Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time
I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind
Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma
Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista
Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil
We are rebels
Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles
Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch
I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander
I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo
Make you scramble from this ammo
That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time
You asinine, I'm mastermind
And half the time I'm over time
And after mine there will be none
If there's some they runnin' from me half the time
Yes I am a problem I be wildin'
I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet
What you drivin'? Give me diamonds
Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot
Quitted college just to follow me the sight
See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face
Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K
I am runnin' in yo' place it is I
Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D
Mister get you when you sleep
Mister see me in the street
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep
I just go eat
And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece
Just let me get a lil' piece
I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G
A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y
All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes
And bitch I'm on some murder mind
And bitch I'm on some other grind
You can't compare me to yo' kind
Just listen up and wonder why
Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion
Can't imagine, ever yappin'
I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it
Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction
Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta
Like I told you niggas befo'
See I be in and be back
I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack
Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track
Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat
And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest
It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best
And next time I come around have that check and da cash
Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man
Yeah, put it all on yo' man
October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance
I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at?
I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons
See the curtains is black
I murder you niggas for certain and
I be in and be back
Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact
Hop on any track and demolish
Don't you bother wit' that
Cuz that bitch who bother
Me them hollows out the Tahoe
We be poppin' like it's bottles
Chop you up like a sarodo in fact
I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack
Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that
Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack
I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat
But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks
Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place
Put dat heater to yo' face
And tell you lead me to the safe
Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place
This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace
That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies
If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes
Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time
I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind
Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma
Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista
Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil
We are rebels
Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles
Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch
I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander
I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo
Make you scramble from this ammo
That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time
You asinine, I'm mastermind
And half the time I'm over time
And after mine there will be none
If there's some they runnin' from me half the time
Yes I am a problem I be wildin'
I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet
What you drivin'? Give me diamonds
Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot
Quitted college just to follow me the sight
See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face
Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K
I am runnin' in yo' place it is I
Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D
Mister get you when you sleep
Mister see me in the street
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep
I just go eat
And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece
Just let me get a lil' piece
I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G
A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y
All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes
And bitch I'm on some murder mind
And bitch I'm on some other grind
You can't compare me to yo' kind
Just listen up and wonder why
Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion
Can't imagine, ever yappin'
I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it
Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction
Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta
Like I told you niggas befo'
See I be in and be back
I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack
Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track
Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat
And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest
It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best
And next time I come around have that check and da cash
Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man
Yeah, put it all on yo' man
October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance
Bedroom Music lyrics - Ace Hood
Ok Bedroom
No panties on
You fuckin right
That's what I like
Let me stroke your body, put you on top of that dresser mami
Tryna dig into your treasure
So deep you can never find me
Grey goose with a lil em trees
Lets have a pussy party
Let me get this party started
I know you oh so horny
I know you want me baby
I know you need me baby
I can tell you feenin crazy
By the way your body shakin
Tattoos all over your ass
Damn right that's gutta lady
Ima put that ass to sleep
Cuz I got that tranquilizer
Your legs together
Please divide them
Its been decided
Let me inside it
Cant live without you
Now you know what I mean by that?
What you mean hood
You see them pretty lips
Seperate them from [?]
Play with that lil pussy
See I might use that you know that ice if um if necessary
Oh yeah
I cut my phone off so my homies couldn't get to me
Ok
Round 2
Down you
Them back shots
I pound you
Now gonna throw that ass back
Ima give it to you so nasty
Smack smack
Back back
Damn that ass fat
Gutta
I came back
Still in motion
Our body heat
Is hella smokin
Let me put my tounge beween it
Na I'm jokin
But I really really was hopin
Wanna get into that ocean
Feelin like world war
My explosion
So open wide
No time for chokin
No time for chokin
Suck it right
No time for chokin
Ahhhhhh
Cant live without you
And I told her
Ima make you cum all night(yes)
And if you think I'm playin
I got on that barry white
See when I put this into you so deep(swear to god)
You gonna tell all your friend
Pussy money weed
That's all we need
Your body and mine
Combined that's all I feen
And I'm gettin into it
Tryna maneuver while your fluid drippin
I puts in work
Strictly business
I'm nasty ain't it
I'm nasty ain't it
Wait your pussy sayin
Cant live without you
That was amazing
I appreciate you for takin this journey with me
Cant nobody do it like mr. hood do it huh
Nice tour of your body (ya feel me)
I bet the neighbors know my name
I bet your bestfriends wonderin where you been
Call me when you wake up
Ill see you next time
No panties on
You fuckin right
That's what I like
Let me stroke your body, put you on top of that dresser mami
Tryna dig into your treasure
So deep you can never find me
Grey goose with a lil em trees
Lets have a pussy party
Let me get this party started
I know you oh so horny
I know you want me baby
I know you need me baby
I can tell you feenin crazy
By the way your body shakin
Tattoos all over your ass
Damn right that's gutta lady
Ima put that ass to sleep
Cuz I got that tranquilizer
Your legs together
Please divide them
Its been decided
Let me inside it
Cant live without you
Now you know what I mean by that?
What you mean hood
You see them pretty lips
Seperate them from [?]
Play with that lil pussy
See I might use that you know that ice if um if necessary
Oh yeah
I cut my phone off so my homies couldn't get to me
Ok
Round 2
Down you
Them back shots
I pound you
Now gonna throw that ass back
Ima give it to you so nasty
Smack smack
Back back
Damn that ass fat
Gutta
I came back
Still in motion
Our body heat
Is hella smokin
Let me put my tounge beween it
Na I'm jokin
But I really really was hopin
Wanna get into that ocean
Feelin like world war
My explosion
So open wide
No time for chokin
No time for chokin
Suck it right
No time for chokin
Ahhhhhh
Cant live without you
And I told her
Ima make you cum all night(yes)
And if you think I'm playin
I got on that barry white
See when I put this into you so deep(swear to god)
You gonna tell all your friend
Pussy money weed
That's all we need
Your body and mine
Combined that's all I feen
And I'm gettin into it
Tryna maneuver while your fluid drippin
I puts in work
Strictly business
I'm nasty ain't it
I'm nasty ain't it
Wait your pussy sayin
Cant live without you
That was amazing
I appreciate you for takin this journey with me
Cant nobody do it like mr. hood do it huh
Nice tour of your body (ya feel me)
I bet the neighbors know my name
I bet your bestfriends wonderin where you been
Call me when you wake up
Ill see you next time
I Need Your Love lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Trey Songz)
[Intro:]
Ace, we killin em baby
[Trey Songz:]
I need your love, need your love
[Ace Hood:]
See me at the mall chilling with a lady
So fine, she mine hey baby
[Trey Songz:]
Oh I need your love, need your love
[Ace Hood:]
Just right my type what I like
And that dress fit nice can we kick it tonight?
[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the
End of the night shots to the head
Just to clear my mind baby I'm a sag
Tell me what's your sign from the
Bottom to the top girl you just my kind
I need your love (ohoh), need your love
[Ace Hood:]
Got my mind so blown bay so what?
Showin up, wait baby hol' up
Her love shawty know I really need that
Can't live without it I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick thinking how the waist sits, so thick
Man that ass need a D cal, May weather with the stick at the
Beat down throw it back I'm a snatch ya like a rebound, Buss that
Yeah shawty like a grey hound, what up doe lil mama from the
D town girl I need your love it's like fresh air kick it with a young
Prince like bel air just as long as you never do a farewell, they steal, but
They'll never get to touch still, see you bad as hell and they know it
Fresh up outta the shower with that lotion, bend it over you
Might cause a commotion reminiscin how I'm swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the swag up on em with the fly red bottoms, me
And you make sense get them other boys pissed, cause they already got er,
Cause I need that love, swear it's something like a drug, come fucks with a thug from the bed to the tub
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood:]
That's right shawty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right on the
Water with the stars and the moonlight I
Deserve that love you the wife type
Make sense I'm a boss and you need that
Upgraded, hand bags, baby burkin
Credit cards going hard up in neimans
Like Camron bay I really mean it,
Ha that's my sense of humour and
See I'm like really Tryna pursue you but
I know your last boyfriend was a loser and I
Ain't lying I'm just way more cooler Ha, I'm a
Fly young man take ya anywhere wanna I'm the
Guy can hoping for that chance I can give you my time
For your love in advance, and that's all I demand so
Shawty watcha sayin, money ain't a thang lil mama
You can trip to the land we ain't even gotta plan, put
Ya feet in the sand and it's back to the suite, no sleep in
The bed, straight freak in the sheets I'm a beast with
The D so D, damn
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood:]
Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it)
Ya that ass looking perfect
Girl look at how you work it
You ain't even have to pay for it
(I know it) Uh flying in that jeep truck
With the doors off, top off can you take yours?
Off Ha-ha I'm so crazy ain't that the reason why
You love me baby Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it) she already know
That I keep that shit Hunnit, fuck er with my shades
On call me stevie wonder put it so deep she can feel
It in her stomach dick so good I can tell it when she
Run it, eyes rolled back I can tell it when you cuming
Tongue game mean I can tell it when she love me
[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the end of the night
Shots to the head just to clear my mind
Baby I'm a sag, tell me what's you're sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you're just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love
Ace, we killin em baby
[Trey Songz:]
I need your love, need your love
[Ace Hood:]
See me at the mall chilling with a lady
So fine, she mine hey baby
[Trey Songz:]
Oh I need your love, need your love
[Ace Hood:]
Just right my type what I like
And that dress fit nice can we kick it tonight?
[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the
End of the night shots to the head
Just to clear my mind baby I'm a sag
Tell me what's your sign from the
Bottom to the top girl you just my kind
I need your love (ohoh), need your love
[Ace Hood:]
Got my mind so blown bay so what?
Showin up, wait baby hol' up
Her love shawty know I really need that
Can't live without it I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick thinking how the waist sits, so thick
Man that ass need a D cal, May weather with the stick at the
Beat down throw it back I'm a snatch ya like a rebound, Buss that
Yeah shawty like a grey hound, what up doe lil mama from the
D town girl I need your love it's like fresh air kick it with a young
Prince like bel air just as long as you never do a farewell, they steal, but
They'll never get to touch still, see you bad as hell and they know it
Fresh up outta the shower with that lotion, bend it over you
Might cause a commotion reminiscin how I'm swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the swag up on em with the fly red bottoms, me
And you make sense get them other boys pissed, cause they already got er,
Cause I need that love, swear it's something like a drug, come fucks with a thug from the bed to the tub
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood:]
That's right shawty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right on the
Water with the stars and the moonlight I
Deserve that love you the wife type
Make sense I'm a boss and you need that
Upgraded, hand bags, baby burkin
Credit cards going hard up in neimans
Like Camron bay I really mean it,
Ha that's my sense of humour and
See I'm like really Tryna pursue you but
I know your last boyfriend was a loser and I
Ain't lying I'm just way more cooler Ha, I'm a
Fly young man take ya anywhere wanna I'm the
Guy can hoping for that chance I can give you my time
For your love in advance, and that's all I demand so
Shawty watcha sayin, money ain't a thang lil mama
You can trip to the land we ain't even gotta plan, put
Ya feet in the sand and it's back to the suite, no sleep in
The bed, straight freak in the sheets I'm a beast with
The D so D, damn
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood:]
Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it)
Ya that ass looking perfect
Girl look at how you work it
You ain't even have to pay for it
(I know it) Uh flying in that jeep truck
With the doors off, top off can you take yours?
Off Ha-ha I'm so crazy ain't that the reason why
You love me baby Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it) she already know
That I keep that shit Hunnit, fuck er with my shades
On call me stevie wonder put it so deep she can feel
It in her stomach dick so good I can tell it when she
Run it, eyes rolled back I can tell it when you cuming
Tongue game mean I can tell it when she love me
[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the end of the night
Shots to the head just to clear my mind
Baby I'm a sag, tell me what's you're sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you're just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love
I'm The Bomb lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
Street Certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time
[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade flow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, call me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, California (whoo!)
Cash surfin', hit the bank like cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't sayin' nothin', clean hundred seen comin'
You think he seen somethin', bullets got 'em mean muggin'
Got his whole team swearin' they ain't seen nothin'
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Call the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi flow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze
An animal, I'm eatin' niggas like Hannibal
I'm 'bout to blow, when I land, call me cannonball
I'm rappin' circles 'round these Urkels, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls
So i can shoot 'em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?)
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round
And all hands down, better be a man down
We ain't trippin', bury him into a sand pile
I'm a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)
[Outro]
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time
Street Certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time
[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade flow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, call me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, California (whoo!)
Cash surfin', hit the bank like cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't sayin' nothin', clean hundred seen comin'
You think he seen somethin', bullets got 'em mean muggin'
Got his whole team swearin' they ain't seen nothin'
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Call the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi flow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze
An animal, I'm eatin' niggas like Hannibal
I'm 'bout to blow, when I land, call me cannonball
I'm rappin' circles 'round these Urkels, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls
So i can shoot 'em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?)
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round
And all hands down, better be a man down
We ain't trippin', bury him into a sand pile
I'm a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)
[Outro]
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time
Just Living lyrics - Ace Hood
Mr.Hooddd
Okay
Keys to the benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV’s in the lense
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I'm just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Nevermind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I'm a made ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I’m a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knott, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber,
I be cool like the winter, no Decemeber
Two bad chicks, that's a two piece dinner
Ridin in a benz, I’m a Rose sippa
Pour a little out
R.I.P my niggasss
Uh,
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain't the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I'm in the daze
Music that I made, I just started gettin praise
Everyday I pray, god keep me in the wave
Never let it phase, now I'm really gettin paid
See a nigga swag, courtside Heat game
Probably routin on my nigga Lebron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just lookin out for the fay
Jay that's in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I'm in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty frontin to fuck, she’ll kindly get the broom
And its facts so don't assume
Man you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my moms new crib, got plenty of rooms
Ye, Eyy, Hahaha
We on our way to the good times baby
Okay
Keys to the benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV’s in the lense
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I'm just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Nevermind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I'm a made ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I’m a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knott, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber,
I be cool like the winter, no Decemeber
Two bad chicks, that's a two piece dinner
Ridin in a benz, I’m a Rose sippa
Pour a little out
R.I.P my niggasss
Uh,
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain't the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I'm in the daze
Music that I made, I just started gettin praise
Everyday I pray, god keep me in the wave
Never let it phase, now I'm really gettin paid
See a nigga swag, courtside Heat game
Probably routin on my nigga Lebron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just lookin out for the fay
Jay that's in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I'm in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty frontin to fuck, she’ll kindly get the broom
And its facts so don't assume
Man you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my moms new crib, got plenty of rooms
Ye, Eyy, Hahaha
We on our way to the good times baby
Lord Knows (Freestyle) lyrics - Ace Hood
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Muthafuck them other niggas be the state of mind
Got them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5
Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly homie
I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
Lord knows I be shittin’ on ‘em
Hottest nigga since that weather out in Arizona
Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
I’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
Got them bitches throwin’ pussy what the asses out
True story, new glory
Money stacking taller than a two story
Real niggas countin money, never gets boring
Last year I made a million of the state touring
Fuck boys, know what you talking bout
I run my own team, aint no room for mascots
Look around, peep at the winners circle
We the niggas touching paper like a social worker
Plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
Wear rubber, cus these Spanish bitches so fertile
Lord Knows I be going hard
RIP my nigga Daniel, remember that garage
Long nights, before that rap shit
I was thinking moving keys like a locksmith
No sir, the cops
Them crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clear
Waiting for a nigga, trippin’ I just stand still
I aint trippin’ I just stand still
Lord knows that I’m stressed out
Walking through these roadblocks with my chest out
Damn, 23 and made a million dollars
Fucking put a quarter million dollars round a collar
Couple more to cop a Phantom I aint talking opera
They sya my flow sick I should see a fucking doctor
Real niggas in ya presence
Chopper raise a nigga head like you present
Broward County I am that
Only nigga in my city riding Maybach’s
Motivation, motivation, my niggas fans are dead
They only location?
And thats word to my daughter
I’m just tryna make it your headquarters
Word up
Muthafuck them other niggas be the state of mind
Got them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5
Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly homie
I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
Lord knows I be shittin’ on ‘em
Hottest nigga since that weather out in Arizona
Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
I’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
Got them bitches throwin’ pussy what the asses out
True story, new glory
Money stacking taller than a two story
Real niggas countin money, never gets boring
Last year I made a million of the state touring
Fuck boys, know what you talking bout
I run my own team, aint no room for mascots
Look around, peep at the winners circle
We the niggas touching paper like a social worker
Plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
Wear rubber, cus these Spanish bitches so fertile
Lord Knows I be going hard
RIP my nigga Daniel, remember that garage
Long nights, before that rap shit
I was thinking moving keys like a locksmith
No sir, the cops
Them crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clear
Waiting for a nigga, trippin’ I just stand still
I aint trippin’ I just stand still
Lord knows that I’m stressed out
Walking through these roadblocks with my chest out
Damn, 23 and made a million dollars
Fucking put a quarter million dollars round a collar
Couple more to cop a Phantom I aint talking opera
They sya my flow sick I should see a fucking doctor
Real niggas in ya presence
Chopper raise a nigga head like you present
Broward County I am that
Only nigga in my city riding Maybach’s
Motivation, motivation, my niggas fans are dead
They only location?
And thats word to my daughter
I’m just tryna make it your headquarters
Word up
Mr. Hood lyrics - Ace Hood
Now I dun been so talked about and laughed at,
Doubted by my family,
Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs,
Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac’
This is where it started at, way before that We The Best,
I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks,
Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at,
I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow,
I was thinkin’ bigger shit, they just want some 24′s,
Me I’m dreaming millionaire, I don't think they hear me though,
Slidin’ with my brother them, what you think that rental fo’
Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth,
Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt,
Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them
Couple months I’m outta here broward county pioneer,
Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships,
Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him,
And I play the game how I’m ‘posed to got my name all on
Them posters I ain't boastin I’m jus’ stating facts,
And I’m taking over fuck you loners,
Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat
I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord,
All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs,
Flow is super sick, I’m talkin herpey sores
Biggest shit in years, I’m talkin jersey shores,
ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same,
Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name,
That's why I hustle like I’m ten of yall,
And they don't believe me check my protocal
I’m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames
I jus’ hope you get the picture
Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain,
None you niggas pose a threat, y’all ain't in my target,
Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan,
Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet,
Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution,
They don't want it with the kid, gladly get abortion,
See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion,
Think I'm really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ,
Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I’m talkin oregon,
Ride the beat no choruses, like I’m in some foreign shit,
Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this,
Ballin like I’m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship,
This is where I'm at today, you should come and follow him,
I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship,
Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship,
3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don't see the rest,
I don't care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat,
Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get,
Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get,
Man you niggas never pose a threat.
Doubted by my family,
Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs,
Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac’
This is where it started at, way before that We The Best,
I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks,
Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at,
I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow,
I was thinkin’ bigger shit, they just want some 24′s,
Me I’m dreaming millionaire, I don't think they hear me though,
Slidin’ with my brother them, what you think that rental fo’
Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth,
Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt,
Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them
Couple months I’m outta here broward county pioneer,
Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships,
Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him,
And I play the game how I’m ‘posed to got my name all on
Them posters I ain't boastin I’m jus’ stating facts,
And I’m taking over fuck you loners,
Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat
I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord,
All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs,
Flow is super sick, I’m talkin herpey sores
Biggest shit in years, I’m talkin jersey shores,
ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same,
Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name,
That's why I hustle like I’m ten of yall,
And they don't believe me check my protocal
I’m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames
I jus’ hope you get the picture
Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain,
None you niggas pose a threat, y’all ain't in my target,
Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan,
Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet,
Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution,
They don't want it with the kid, gladly get abortion,
See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion,
Think I'm really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ,
Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I’m talkin oregon,
Ride the beat no choruses, like I’m in some foreign shit,
Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this,
Ballin like I’m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship,
This is where I'm at today, you should come and follow him,
I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship,
Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship,
3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don't see the rest,
I don't care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat,
Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get,
Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get,
Man you niggas never pose a threat.
Mr. Nice Guy lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
[Verse 1:]
You lookin' at a lion in a dogfight
Shooters knock the bulb out your nightlight
Nigga, I'm the illest, that's in real life
Boy, you better chill, don't get gassed by the crowd hype
I can send a shot to make 'em act right
I suggest you go and get an ally
Know I got the heat, like I'm Pat Ri'
Beast of the South, wear the hat like a Rabbi
Nigga, I ain't impressed
Nigga, I ain't even flex
I ain't mentioned in your top five?
This the day that they regret it
Fuck 'em
Ballin' like the Rucker
Shout my nigga P [?] they in trouble
They ain't on my level
Big stones in the bezel
I'm a ruler with the flows, niggas can't even measure
Whatcha sayin' nigga?
I don't play games on the playground
I just go to bussin' like a Greyhound
Ain't the type of guy to [?] 'round
Speakin' of the South, I'm the one who hold the weight down
Who the fuck is these niggas?
Who the fuck is these niggas?
I'm kinda sick in the head
Ask H-I-V who the motherfuckin' illest
[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
[Verse 2:]
Fuck niggas around, I expose 'em
I am the one who the chosen
Fuck your devotion
I make 'em stir up commotion
I make 'em lock in and focus
Bitch, I'm a problem
Way too much chains on my collar
Hoes commit sin for a dollar
She just keep suckin'
Head is so good, she a scholar
Rolly on prezi Obama
I am a stoner
Pockets on Rosie O'Donnell
Loyalty's just what I honor
Out for the commas
Rap niggas don't want no drama
Just know I'm [?] Yolanda
Ain't no more chillin'
I got more bars than a prison
I am on point with precision
Aim at your fitted
Dope as the coke in the kitchen
Ego too big for the business
I'm disrespectful, that's just the thing I intended
Testin', I don't recommend it
Stay on my pivot
My name I dare you to mention
Flow is on fuckin' tremendous
Ya'll better warn everybody
I'm a young Vince Lombardi
Fuck you gon' teach to a coach, nigga?
I tried told niggas
[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
[Outro:]
Oh! Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
You have fucked up now!
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
[Verse 1:]
You lookin' at a lion in a dogfight
Shooters knock the bulb out your nightlight
Nigga, I'm the illest, that's in real life
Boy, you better chill, don't get gassed by the crowd hype
I can send a shot to make 'em act right
I suggest you go and get an ally
Know I got the heat, like I'm Pat Ri'
Beast of the South, wear the hat like a Rabbi
Nigga, I ain't impressed
Nigga, I ain't even flex
I ain't mentioned in your top five?
This the day that they regret it
Fuck 'em
Ballin' like the Rucker
Shout my nigga P [?] they in trouble
They ain't on my level
Big stones in the bezel
I'm a ruler with the flows, niggas can't even measure
Whatcha sayin' nigga?
I don't play games on the playground
I just go to bussin' like a Greyhound
Ain't the type of guy to [?] 'round
Speakin' of the South, I'm the one who hold the weight down
Who the fuck is these niggas?
Who the fuck is these niggas?
I'm kinda sick in the head
Ask H-I-V who the motherfuckin' illest
[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
[Verse 2:]
Fuck niggas around, I expose 'em
I am the one who the chosen
Fuck your devotion
I make 'em stir up commotion
I make 'em lock in and focus
Bitch, I'm a problem
Way too much chains on my collar
Hoes commit sin for a dollar
She just keep suckin'
Head is so good, she a scholar
Rolly on prezi Obama
I am a stoner
Pockets on Rosie O'Donnell
Loyalty's just what I honor
Out for the commas
Rap niggas don't want no drama
Just know I'm [?] Yolanda
Ain't no more chillin'
I got more bars than a prison
I am on point with precision
Aim at your fitted
Dope as the coke in the kitchen
Ego too big for the business
I'm disrespectful, that's just the thing I intended
Testin', I don't recommend it
Stay on my pivot
My name I dare you to mention
Flow is on fuckin' tremendous
Ya'll better warn everybody
I'm a young Vince Lombardi
Fuck you gon' teach to a coach, nigga?
I tried told niggas
[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
[Outro:]
Oh! Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
You have fucked up now!
Pain lyrics - Ace Hood
Michael was shot in the street,
Murdered by fuckin police,
Sisters, and brothers, the fathers, the mothers,
The streets are beginning to weep,
Innocent brothers who covered in color
Were seem like we die every week,
Fuck it I'm Malcolm X
My people in critical need of a speech
Should I be worried?
Should I be worried to walk out the door?
Please do not shoot me
Please do not shoot me, I'm goin' to the store
My mama be worried
She just expectin' for me to come home
The world is too crazy,
The reason my daughter gets schoolin' at home
Father forgive me, you know I be sinnin'
I woke up this mornin', I'm panickin'
Still can't believe it
That Robin Williams, the suicide death was so troubling
People are dyin'
City of Ferguson started a riot
Shoot up another
They just want people afraid of the siren,
A local 18 year old was shot and killed by police in Ferguson
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
I pray that one day all this shit gonna change
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
Fuck is still wrong with America?
Obama got us hysterical
We gon' need God, we gon' need savin'
I think we need us a miracle
They say the pain never made it
Why can't nobody explain it?
Meanin' to tell me that all of them people are missing?
It's fuckin' outrageous
How many soldiers gon' die again?
People so filled up with violence
Takin' our lives and it's done by the ISIS
They kill us to send us the messages
So any attempt by you, Obama, will result in the bloodshed of your people
Fuck 'em, we never love 'em
Innocent babies are taken from mothers
We are in trouble and life is a struggle
See we need some guidance, can't turn on each other
Lord, don't get it twisted
Brenda, she still can't find her lil' baby
She's 17
What the fuck are you gon' do with a baby?
These niggas crazy
Challenges burnin' theirself on the daily
Fuck your complainin'
I seen the look on them babies in Haiti
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
I pray that one day all this shit gonna change
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
You took my son away from me.
You know how hard it was to me,to get him to stay in school and graduate?
You know how many black men graduate?
Not many, because you bring them down to this type of level where they feel like they don't got nothin' to live for anyway,
they gon' try to take me out anyway.
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
Murdered by fuckin police,
Sisters, and brothers, the fathers, the mothers,
The streets are beginning to weep,
Innocent brothers who covered in color
Were seem like we die every week,
Fuck it I'm Malcolm X
My people in critical need of a speech
Should I be worried?
Should I be worried to walk out the door?
Please do not shoot me
Please do not shoot me, I'm goin' to the store
My mama be worried
She just expectin' for me to come home
The world is too crazy,
The reason my daughter gets schoolin' at home
Father forgive me, you know I be sinnin'
I woke up this mornin', I'm panickin'
Still can't believe it
That Robin Williams, the suicide death was so troubling
People are dyin'
City of Ferguson started a riot
Shoot up another
They just want people afraid of the siren,
A local 18 year old was shot and killed by police in Ferguson
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
I pray that one day all this shit gonna change
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
Fuck is still wrong with America?
Obama got us hysterical
We gon' need God, we gon' need savin'
I think we need us a miracle
They say the pain never made it
Why can't nobody explain it?
Meanin' to tell me that all of them people are missing?
It's fuckin' outrageous
How many soldiers gon' die again?
People so filled up with violence
Takin' our lives and it's done by the ISIS
They kill us to send us the messages
So any attempt by you, Obama, will result in the bloodshed of your people
Fuck 'em, we never love 'em
Innocent babies are taken from mothers
We are in trouble and life is a struggle
See we need some guidance, can't turn on each other
Lord, don't get it twisted
Brenda, she still can't find her lil' baby
She's 17
What the fuck are you gon' do with a baby?
These niggas crazy
Challenges burnin' theirself on the daily
Fuck your complainin'
I seen the look on them babies in Haiti
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
I pray that one day all this shit gonna change
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
You took my son away from me.
You know how hard it was to me,to get him to stay in school and graduate?
You know how many black men graduate?
Not many, because you bring them down to this type of level where they feel like they don't got nothin' to live for anyway,
they gon' try to take me out anyway.
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
Sex Dance lyrics - Ace Hood
Yeah, that's the spot right, I know you like that
Ok your clothes all gone but your legs wide open
Hope you like snakes swimming all in your ocean
Like it on top say she diggin my motion
Rubbin on the clic now she gusshin out lotion
Beat the pussy up
Then I beat the pussy down
Now she makin sounds every time a nigga pounds
Ima beast in the sheets
Beast on the beats
Hit me late night when u say you can't sleep
Put her under hypnosis doses, doses
Put it so deep you can feel it in your ulcer
Throw u on the wall like a mothafucking poster
Then I wear u out like some penny-ass lofers
Banger, banger, five disk changer
Dick so good turn your chick into a singer
Suck it up great
Please clean da plate
Holdin on your waist catch it all in your face
U nasty, real nasty
This da type of shit that make u happy?
She say she like it
I'm like u do huh?
3 rounds but my shit is gettin too numb
Boy I'm too dumb
Wit da flow doh
I'm the man run the shit like flow joe
I do my sex dance then I beat it up
In the mirror uhh
I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn't wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit da pussy one day
N I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her feenin then I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit... I'm talkin good dick
When u finally hit that fine ass thick chick
Girl I'm nothin like the nex man
Type to get ya body hot like a sun tan
Yeah, after that I do my sex dance
U can't even walk u might need a kick stand
Beat that pussy like ya stole my wallet
I cud tell she like it just a little more violent
Fuckin everywhere from the broom to the counter
Hair messed up u gone need another stylist
Ask her do she like it
Told me dat she love it
Sweat runnin down
Gotta her feelin like a oven
I does this shit
Dawm u thick
Standing in the mirror like did that shit
I do my sex dance sex, sex dance
When u know u did the job do your sex dance
Yeah I killed that shit, she love this dick
Now watch a niggah wabble like boy get it get it
I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn't wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit the pussy one day
And I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her pheenin n I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit
I'm talking good dick
When u finally hit that bad ass thick chick
Ok now boy I'ma jerk she did came first
Fumes overheated by the way the shit burst
Got a small ass smirt... ace why u smiling?
Thinkin in my head how I gave her that bomin
Gave her that bomin
Yeah that bomptin
Bet she tell her friends and they probably get astonish
Say it's my pussy hold it down like bondage
Friends wanna piece like umm call me!
Ahaha give ya what ya need
If u gunna pheen I cud give ya what ya need
U can come n join the team
Give ya what ya need
U cud come n join the team
[Chorus til the end...]
Ok your clothes all gone but your legs wide open
Hope you like snakes swimming all in your ocean
Like it on top say she diggin my motion
Rubbin on the clic now she gusshin out lotion
Beat the pussy up
Then I beat the pussy down
Now she makin sounds every time a nigga pounds
Ima beast in the sheets
Beast on the beats
Hit me late night when u say you can't sleep
Put her under hypnosis doses, doses
Put it so deep you can feel it in your ulcer
Throw u on the wall like a mothafucking poster
Then I wear u out like some penny-ass lofers
Banger, banger, five disk changer
Dick so good turn your chick into a singer
Suck it up great
Please clean da plate
Holdin on your waist catch it all in your face
U nasty, real nasty
This da type of shit that make u happy?
She say she like it
I'm like u do huh?
3 rounds but my shit is gettin too numb
Boy I'm too dumb
Wit da flow doh
I'm the man run the shit like flow joe
I do my sex dance then I beat it up
In the mirror uhh
I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn't wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit da pussy one day
N I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her feenin then I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit... I'm talkin good dick
When u finally hit that fine ass thick chick
Girl I'm nothin like the nex man
Type to get ya body hot like a sun tan
Yeah, after that I do my sex dance
U can't even walk u might need a kick stand
Beat that pussy like ya stole my wallet
I cud tell she like it just a little more violent
Fuckin everywhere from the broom to the counter
Hair messed up u gone need another stylist
Ask her do she like it
Told me dat she love it
Sweat runnin down
Gotta her feelin like a oven
I does this shit
Dawm u thick
Standing in the mirror like did that shit
I do my sex dance sex, sex dance
When u know u did the job do your sex dance
Yeah I killed that shit, she love this dick
Now watch a niggah wabble like boy get it get it
I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn't wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit the pussy one day
And I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her pheenin n I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit
I'm talking good dick
When u finally hit that bad ass thick chick
Ok now boy I'ma jerk she did came first
Fumes overheated by the way the shit burst
Got a small ass smirt... ace why u smiling?
Thinkin in my head how I gave her that bomin
Gave her that bomin
Yeah that bomptin
Bet she tell her friends and they probably get astonish
Say it's my pussy hold it down like bondage
Friends wanna piece like umm call me!
Ahaha give ya what ya need
If u gunna pheen I cud give ya what ya need
U can come n join the team
Give ya what ya need
U cud come n join the team
[Chorus til the end...]
"Gutta" (2008)
- I Don't Give A Fuck - ace hood
- Can't Stop - ace hood (feat. Akon)
- Get 'Em Up - ace hood
- Gutta - ace hood (feat. Trick Daddy)
- Guns High - ace hood (feat. Rock City)
- Cash Flow - ace hood (feat. T-Pain, Rick Ross)
- Ride - ace hood (feat. Trey Songz)
- Stressin' - ace hood (feat. Plies)
- Money Ova Here - ace hood
- Can't See Y'all - ace hood (feat. Brisco)
- Get 'Em - ace hood
- Call Me - ace hood (feat. Lloyd)
- Ghetto - ace hood (feat. Dre)
- Top Of The World - ace hood
- Ride (Remix) - ace hood (feat. Trey Songz, Rick Ross, Juelz Santana, T-Pain)
- Face Good - ace hood (feat. Flo Rida)
I Don't Give A Fuck - ace hood
I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
So step but you better step quick
From the mutha-fuckin' underground
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
Also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
Don't really give a fuck
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but it's still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck
They just don't give a fuck
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
So step but you better step quick
From the mutha-fuckin' underground
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
Also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
Don't really give a fuck
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but it's still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck
They just don't give a fuck
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
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