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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
(feat. Akon)
Ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh, Ace hood, Konvict Music, I know they want us to stop, But we immune to lose it, Hey, Hey, [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 1:] When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old, Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho. Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat, Always told to eat fast, Never snitchin was the code. I would never post pone cause the money get gone, Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own. Real niggas get paid every second of the day, Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase, Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam chain, Lil money wanna scam, Bitch I'm outta your range. Make way, Feed me, Gotta get this money. Smokin nothin but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and I still want money... [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 2:] See niggas shut down, My money keeps comin. You niggas take breaks, My team keeps runnin. They bring me back bags, Louis vitton somethin. Don't really know the price, Just know it costs money, And when it comes to money, They know it ain't nothin, Throw a 100 on jewels, Make it back up on a monday. Why niggas tryna floss, They ballin outta budget. Everyday on the grind, Bitch my mind is on my money. Tell 'em roll up the trees, And deliver me the scummy. Forget a 9 to 5, Overrated me to quit. Now a day since legit, I get it opposite legit. Me and my nigga 'Kon so addicted to the chips. He gon let you know the script... [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 3:] And whatever it takes, Ace Hood bout money. How much for the chain? I spend bout a 100. See you can dim the lights, But my wrist still sunny. They know I'm on the block, And my fitted in the glock. Dickies cut with a frame, And a half up in my sock, Gotta get it anyway, And keep it level from the cops. Bitch I never play the grind, First rule off top. I been in it for the dough, You niggas need props . I'm just in it for the guap, 100 million in the pot. Only know to go get it So the printer don't stop. Grab 50 hit a lot, And go and dump it on the drop. I'm starvin like marvin, It ain't no give and bargin, like target. [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
Ace Hood (Hey, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Hey, Get Em Up) (Hey, Get Em Up) yea (Hey, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top rollin' and I'm heading to the mother land Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the Louie, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the truck jack, pushing like a super pack Automatic button pad just to keep the top back Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat 100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin' with the Louie rag [Chorus] Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke South side rollin' wit me and the north side gon Get Em Up (Hey, Get Em Up) [Repeat: x7] You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up [Verse 2] And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin wit Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got my black flag swangin' and I'm banging on some gutta shit Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the bull pit .45's a motherfucker, hit you and your cousin Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck Got that oven heated up and bitch you looking like lunch Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck? Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up? [Chorus] Gutta |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
(feat. Trick Daddy)
(It's so incredible) Ace... [Chorus:] You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit Talkin bout you get all dem bricks I'm a have to come round your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake And a pistol where ya mamma stay Act like I don't know where you lay Betta act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'm a let da automatic spray [x2:] (Get em) boy there ya go (Get em) boy there ya go Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka Boy there you go Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em Gun cocked, where his cheerin? No talk, time to get him Fake niggas gon' make me kill him Make his body shiver like he naked in a river Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river Come and get him when it's winter Nigga holla back I'm gutta. I done told ya that Rock boy bitch over bags Say you movin them slabs of crack See nigga you a lie like Pac is back Man you niggas all crap And you homies won't last Til your somethin like paper tags Don't make me slide the mask To save from blast Get his ass [Chorus] Now let me get em When I walk up in the place Put the pace in ya face Tell em gimme dat K Fuck niggas and they really don't think That I know where they lay duct tape they face Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas know where you lay Actin like I don't know where you stay Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs What? Y'ain't bout dat lie Huh? Y'ain't got no stride Naww You'nt really grind Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind In the middle of this town We gon' G-G-Get em [Chorus] Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know When I pull up in that rover They know that it's over Big holes in ya body like coasters Creep Creep we deep with soldiers Black holster to carry that toaster Hot head now they callin me folgers But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters Wanna see where yo family at Pop pop just call me ace Slump niggas I'm a call you dead Click clack now ya T-shirt red Hand em an tampon No batteries included know that the clip be hands on It'll take yo mans on Leave his body slumped in the damn yard (Get em) [Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
[Chorus - R. City]
We come from a city where the young die So why don't we get to use and put'cha guns high About to lose that's the reason why we must try The streets hot from the night till the sunrise Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (And this is what it sounds like) Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (Came up from the ground like) [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Pummy yummy yummy, mom addicted to money Grab a clip of them hundreds, and half a ounce of that scummy Ready to hit the block try to seek them coming for that tummy If I don't make it home tell my momma to pray for me I'ma get it because I got it, came up from the bottom Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me profit Niggas they want me dead and I swear that there ain't no stopping I'ma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket Play the eighth for you haters, they see me on corner trapping We the Best that's the lesson I'll take you pussies to college Imagine me I'm gutta, now be the best it's of Heaven I swear that till I perish I keep these pussies in panic whaa [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] Now watch me move through the city, gutta be my religion Only vision to get it is take it without a witness They say they want me dead and it's fuck them that's my decision (Fuck them) Fuck them with middle fingers Them pumps in the penitentiary, walk the block with this energy Give a mug at my enemies, tell them who they 'posed to be Hang them up like a poster be, play them like Monopoly Till the end of my time I be G-U-T-T-A, Mister H-Double-O-D the prodigy Tell them they can follow me, only cabbage and celery Getting money heavily, smoking up on that broccoli Ain't no vegetarians, play with me and you burger meat Better have a pass to hit my streets with the currency, nigguh [Chorus] [Verse 3 - R. City] Live from the ghetto we be re-e-al People only recognize the re-e-al Cops hate because we dont sque-e-l But we don't give a fuck about how they fee-e-l See ain't nobody stopping with, tell them fosie back oh with (Incomprehensible) What them blockers say Let them know we do not play Taking over soon some day, (Incomprehensible) [Chorus X2] |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
We the best def jam
i introduce you to ace ace lets get money Cash flow... (haha) its too easy nigga (bankroll) we don't count money no mo we weight that shit (Rick Ross Adlibs) Let's get it... (Ace Hood Verse) eh knock knock, bang bang where the cash at if u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax come up swinging at you ducks like aflac then i fall in the sway back may back see im back for da money like i left dat see i be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) and any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo make his body bounce bounce like a 64 tall clips chrome lips see the big gold im a duffle bag boy like i move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope i keep my money ova bitches til da door close i need money like a bitch need dick mo im tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll (T-Pain Chorus) I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine i be bangin on your front door wit da nine ima come see ya (see ya) ima come see ya (see ya) i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands in da sky let em kno dat we bout that cash flow..i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money cash flow...i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... (Ace Hood Verse) And where my money young niggaz gotta have that rubber bands by the grands in a big bag pockets fat like im carrying a backpack a couple grand for the louie band napsack understand im the man who you can't match moneyman minivan full of brown bags better grand anyman never top that cause money and the gat pop those straps getting loot in the top drop right back i ain't playin creep ya avenue and i'll blast bust shots like a new year day blast and i ride all day like a buss pass grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go) im trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll (T-Pain Chorus Repeat) I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine i be bangin on your front door wit da nine ima come see ya (see ya) ima come see ya (see ya) i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands in da sky let em kno dat we bout that cash flow..i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money cash flow...i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... (Rick Ross Adlibs) ace i see you nigga trilla you m o b now nigga you untouchable (Rick Ross Verse) big money in the dope hole see the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money) seventeen and he got his own kilo running green nigga living like nino ridin clean wax sittin for the c note it ain't green get it back with tha c loc momma dead broke daddy fucked up im'a make them come and hit me with the recoup god dammnit im still in the dope spot why the fuck you think i pull up in a dope car gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel so she gotta suck four dicks i b me v i p dj khaled m o b girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold (T-Pain Chorus Repeat) I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine i be bangin on your front door wit da nine ima come see ya (see ya) ima come see ya (see ya) i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands in da sky let em kno dat we bout that cash flow..i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money cash flow...i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
chea Ace Hood
see mama all i want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die while i go get this money i promise im get us out the hood baby even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood listen Baby look just ride with me swear that i got us mama one thing i love about it see you aint wit that drama you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9 5 gotta get this money paper callin but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta baby never maybe always gonna ride even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood and um we can do them long vacations thinking jamaica lately cant take them deep relations baby just keep it patient shawty know what i do shawty know who i be you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louiev but you aint trippin never question bout a niggag we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's i ride for you you ride for me that's where we need to be i hold you down you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood now what's the definition of a rider through it all they gon stand right beside ya if you got one look em in the eyes tell em you gon ride tell em you gon ride till the wheel fall off or the day that i die that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody tryna tell you shawty that ace and i promise this to you imma get us out this hood into them places that you thinkin that you never could but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you forget them haters keep you tailored see whats sexy too and i like your body all i think about is doin you and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two you ride or die same smile when you see the loot even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood yea yea yea we gon make it out we gon make it out this hood |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
(Chorus)
whenever we meet, out on the streets (pow - pow - pow - pow) good for him he's gutta - gutta - gutta -gutta (and then alot of talking/noise) (Verse 1) (fuck them crackers man) im so gutta - gutta - gutta i gotta duck them crackers, pussy niggas they hack us tryna get me in tough them schakels tellem just since them met me im shootin' at em like aks favourite movie's action i fed ex them like a page bullet on the new cupe but turn yo ass to masalat benny rally them goon and them mutafuckin cabbage |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
It's so incredable!
<i>[Ace Hood:]</i> A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! <i>[Ace Hood:]</i> Well I'm fresh on da scene hunid grand in da jeans bet you caint get des<i>[? ]</i> let ma paints hang and you know I'm on lane roll and went to mo chees and they all talk beans I'm da man in ma city tell um get like me I'm da man in da club blowin stacks er week had yo chick<i>[? ]</i> da kid bet she wuna do me and I let her put da doe giv her stacks and da keys keep <i>[? ]</i> and da finest lue v type things we got money ova here we got money ova here see the jewles to loud baby girl I can't hear trash bag full of ones throw da money in da air 'cause <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! <i>[Ace Hood:]</i> And I got money ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow nifo see me in a sixfo paints hang low cause da doe got me cripled drop straight cash why you crabs in a rentoll 80 for da jag papa tags when it's info money out da ass I don't brag I just get mo say you getin cash trina flash I don't think so pull up in da hallow peen lambagen does go up on da truck bet you never seen does with a hot lil mama named hallowpenyo drop stacks in a bag and I keep it g code ain't no money ova der and she already know <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! <i>[Ace Hood:]</i> A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
[Intro - Ace Hood]
Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches all on my dick And these niggas ain't know shit Rolling on them thangs Another one's next Hater blockers is on, they can't tell me shit because [Brisco] Because I don't see y'all Because I don't see y'all Because I don't see y'all Because I don't see y'all Nigga get on my level! [Verse 1 - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] A to the C to the E to the H double O D Bitch I'm raised up in the streets Keep it G-U-T-T-A For my niggas serving yay Moving weight and serving packages that pack it in the crate We don't count that cash every duffle gets weighed Big money I'm paid, bitch I'm feeling myself You can tell I'm getting money Louis Vuitton belt And I wish a nigga would make a move himself [Brisco] See I get money It's coming out my ass And I don't fuck with hoes if they ain't about cash Opa Locka goon, four Chevys and a dirtbike I open up my trap But took it back on the first night Catch me in a Porsche Or maybe on the porch And we don't get jailed because we don't go to court Yeah, nigga stunting Your homeboy fronting Talking that shit but He ain't about nothing [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Brisco] I'm looking for a hood rat, call her Stacy She cuss real bad, and she steal from Macy*s I want her so bad, please someone pace me Try and say a hater will soon come hate me Bocce boy, bocce boy, these chopps hit is bocce boy Bag his ass up E-Class, keep the party going Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0 Till I die, tell them niggas come and see po' [Ace Hood] And I'ma come see him blast like an airbag Make his body bounce, bounce, twenty five shell count Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with fifty missiles Leave you living with the dead, understand that? I got some bitches and niggas that wanna bandwag I double up with the jewels and let my pants sag A hundred stacks in the bag, now where the cash at? Yes, I'm blind so you haters like a cataract [Chorus] [Ace Hood & Brisco - Verse 3] [Brisco] What it do, what it is See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids I'm home gutter, gangster, projects I know the block hot, but I'ma open up regardless [Ace Hood] Yeah, and damn right that coupe going topless Vacant on the I, we do a 105 Me and Bris about cash we let it blow in the skies Not let's blow money, never had more money [Brisco] Now I'm the shit, believe that (Whoa!) I know I got paper I just want a little more I know you bitches talking, so just talk a little more Because baby I'm me, and y'all niggas hoes Let's go [Ace Hood] And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got them See, I am just a product, receiving all profit See niggas want to hate, tell them "Silly rabbit, stop it" See, me and Bris stars outer space like Martians [Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
{Hook}
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go {Verse 1} Hold up, where dey at Khaled don?t let me get em Gun cocked, where his children No talk, time to get em Fake niggas gon make me kill em Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river Matter of fact umma leave him in da river Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back I'm gutta done told ya that Roc boy bitch hova back Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack See nigga you a lie like pac is back Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last See ya something like paper tags Don?t make me slide dem macs To save one blast and get his ass {Hook} You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go {Verse 2} Now let me get him when I walk up in da place Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake Fuck niggas and I really don?t think That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas, know where you lay Actin like I don?t know where you stay Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs (Whaaaaaat) Yee ain't talk that lie (Huuuuhhhh) Yee ain't got no stride (Nahhhhhhhhh) You really grind Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town We gon g-g-gettem {Hook} You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go {Verse 3} Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova Big hold and ya body like coasters Creep creep we deep with soldiers Black hoes that?ll carry that toaster Hot head now they callin me foldiers But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters When I see where your family at Pop pop just call me ace Slump niggas umma call you dead Click clack then your t-shirt red Hand em a tampon No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on And I take your mans arm Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn {Hook} You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
(feat. Lloyd)
[Ace Hood:] So baby hollah at a G I keep you away from prankstaz You can be my mistress, I can be ya gangsta Seen you on the money rockin bring me back the paper Give you back half just for doin me dat favor And yeah dats a thug's move Show you what a thug do Beat it while I feed it to you good like soulfood Forget about old dude, call him Mr.used too I can put it down like the top of my new Coop Baby dats roofless Tell ya what the truth is Niggahz can't hit it right Den baby he useless I'm a yung thug, give it to you with my Chews on, Shoes on, just incase a yungin gotta move on [Chorus: Lloyd] When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) [Ace Hood:] And though he bought you dat watch Ya man ain't nothin So hollah at a G if you need some thug lovin Late nites on a call say she wanna feel sumum She tell me put it down I fuck her on hundreds I give her refunds and her body keeps cummin She know I put it down baby girl stop runnin So what you wanna do cause I'm yung and still thuggin Jus take this good while I'm headed to the money Takin shots of the goose just to mix with gettin blunted See I can brighten days keep ya wrists all studded Ya boyfriends' lame tell'em Guttah get money I keep it 100 Dats why you keep comin rite back [Chorus: Lloyd] When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) [Ace Hood:] And baby I can show you new things Sumum u ain't used to Kick it with the guttah none otha you need a thug dude Type of niggah beat it in his jeanz and his Tim boots Hit it from the back, see you feelin like fruit juice Fitted to the back, see he can eat what ya man do Ain't doin his job, you can hit me on the hip boo Ace You know the name A real niggah Heavy off in the streets, see ya man, I'm a deal with him Baby he play it lock like the Tommy The Hilfiger Call me ya boss boy or just call me ya deal giver Heard you needed a thug so there go ya meal ticket Baby girl don't worry I'm dat hurry and get it like [Chorus x2: Lloyd] When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) See I went straight to the pros Who done done it like me, breakup The flow now they holla 'He a beast' From the city where there's Killas and dealas And street beef, and them crackas on the corner Every avenue and place and my homies servin' hard 'Cause they livin' by the day, see I do it for my family And hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block Ya see, I'm cooler than them othas Certified colored sneakas, keep a fitted for the club When I step out on the scene all them hoes be showin' love They know I'm that dude that be ringin' through the block Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, yeah fool heard it right I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see The top, my hood Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me I got 'em a couple triple beams about an ounce of bakin soda I Got that revenue that's hittin' colda than Sammy Sosa [unverified] ya' see growin' up, I seen alotta things I weren't supposed so growin' up I lost alotta people That were closa that's why I stay up on my grind And only roll with soldiers, I hit the block And serve 'em everything away from soda Don't fuck with out the soda, sellin' coke With out the cola, my clientele is strictly rock You can tell it by the odor, I keep that nino With the mac hid underneath the sofa So if you ridin' slngin' tricks I suggest a coma Them pussy niggaz want me dead so I suggest and dopa Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me Yeah, I wake up in the ghetto tryin' dream a couple mill I'm forced to get, momma shootin' up and poppin' pills Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin' still This be the city that never pity they would rather kill I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yaself I grab the pots and bakin' soda, yeah that odor smell This be the hood, I got connections like a phone cable So watch where you work 'cause a mistake can be fatal 'Cause crakas searchin' for that person tho I'm undertable Can't find no witness, fuck them snitches That get snitches popped, another day just talkin' on the block With a million on my glock and a half off in my sock Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
(Chorus)
Take a look at me now, I`m from the gutta but I made it, I made it to the top of the world, Nothin holdin me down, I told them haters I would make it, I made it to the top of the world Verse 1: Congratulations all you fakers as you see I graduated, here`s a favor for you haters, kiss my anus boiiii, I made it out the ghetto, I made it out the gutta, but still I keep the street and now im hot as every summer. They said I couldnt do it, but who are they to call, I started rappin and ended chances of playin ball. And now the doubted, but young is sproutin above them all, straight out the ? county gutta skippin metaposs. No homo I keep it solo but I will never fall, now every call I get the money is so involved, 2 stacks of betta is easy cheddar to hit the mall. I get the money to throw em so every day I ball, (Chorus) Verse 2: And yes I made it, you cant mistake it, I know they hate it, they see my face in the paper next to they rappin favorites, I am so amazing I am no one like im in the matrix. And I made it mama, and dont stress your problems imma get us out tha, forget the drama that people holla just follow godda. And he will lead you right through the problems I promise mama, and I swear that to the day I parish, tell em khaled I will bury every nescesary cat who said I wouldnt homie. Look at me now yea im laughin at you non believers, screamin gutta while im ballin err fuckin season, I use to pass my cd me and fo fifth in 80, I use to bag em to listen but they were not believing, GO (Chorus) Verse 3: And as I rap I create a classic, who would imagine, that I would inherit all the traits to be the greatest homie, the world is mine and everything, lets get the money, see tony montana said it best, yes its quoted truly, so add this song to your list of greatest and classic movies, and imma roll the credits, just in second, just get this message, shout out to everyone who supported me from past to present, and I wanna thank khaled because without him there will be no sessions, and I wanna thank fam cuz wit them they taught me this lesson, and I wanna thank god cuz without him there will be no message, and I wanna thank all of my fans cuz they are a blessing, this for BET refrence, I got my speech ready, (Chorus) |
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from Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008)
chea Ace Hood
see mama all i want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die while i go get this money i promise im get us out the hood baby even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood listen Baby look just ride with me swear that i got us mama one thing i love about it see you aint wit that drama you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9 5 gotta get this money paper callin but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta baby never maybe always gonna ride even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood and um we can do them long vacations thinking jamaica lately cant take them deep relations baby just keep it patient shawty know what i do shawty know who i be you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louiev but you aint trippin never question bout a niggag we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's i ride for you you ride for me that's where we need to be i hold you down you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood now what's the definition of a rider through it all they gon stand right beside ya if you got one look em in the eyes tell em you gon ride tell em you gon ride till the wheel fall off or the day that i die that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody tryna tell you shawty that ace and i promise this to you imma get us out this hood into them places that you thinkin that you never could but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you forget them haters keep you tailored see whats sexy too and i like your body all i think about is doin you and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two you ride or die same smile when you see the loot even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood yea yea yea we gon make it out we gon make it out this hood |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
Ace Hood, Rosay
We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts stay lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my debut Cashflow for the hoes I bought (Straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo' N.W.A, I bet you Ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie, Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get 10-to-life that's why I'm driving slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care When we handle all our business, sorry, they were never there I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tut A nigga, young and rich, I feel I can't be touched Fourty stacks for these shades, no, I can't see much Unless it be the dollars, still talking cash flow Thousand dollar bill, President Fidel Castro Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef I'm in a heli chopper staring at the boat docks Good weather, good weather means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry on When I touch your city you should see how hoes' carry on Bitch, what's my name? Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it White squares that's equivalence of mo dough I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho Just hit me on my TMO, I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though Wooh, you talking funny, but you fucking with the franchise I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first startup Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my guard up It's all good, need a hit, hit the guard up Now you shit looking garbage you's a rat, never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
[Chorus - Schife]
Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then I hit the strip club Going loco with the cake Glittered up my wrist Going loco with the cake Went and Guccied up my bitch Going loco with the cake Repping five with the pimps Going loco with the cake I put on my whole team Going loco with the cake [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Aye You don't want to start a food fight Get your attitude right Before I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like Who that is? Ace Hood You ain't know that's Ace Hood? Ask around in every project they say that boy face good Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good Especially with the paper ice, all over my Ace Hood Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me Good brain! Take the package up the temple come back home and get, paid! Seven days up out the week a nigga got to get, paid! Quit your hating, get on your job, and hoe you can get, paid! Like Ace, like who? Like me nigga That's why every bitch you trying to fuck like me nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] I rep this pot like it's chemistry Got an F in chemistry Took the white and turned it green Now that's what I call chemistry That's what I call, Enterprise Call my work, The Enterprise Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise Smoking in my spaceship, floating through the galaxy They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through your calvery Gangsters, goons, and killers only niggas on my salary They all got charges pending Murder, burglaries, and batteries Niggas trying to battle me, end up finding they tragedy Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and looking up at me (Up at me) Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred grand on me [Chorus] [ Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye You can call me Mister Cash Flow Money out the asshole Thugging getting paper, what you think that Louis bag hoe? Pull up in that stoopid whip Hundred for the stoopid wrist Stoopid this, stoopid that, loco with the money bag Lamborghini Murcielag', girl you got to stoopid that Gucci this, Louis that, riding with them paper tags And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to back Twenty grand I'll show you going low and tell them holler back Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and then Swing on them 30's I drop the top on them verties Switch lanes, on them haters, I'm throwing paper to make them spend [Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed
Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head Yeah, Luda, as if the gilatene chopped off my noggin I got my head gone, got the pedal to the metal And my Lambo poppin' in the red zone, speedin' Like keenen is breathin' heavin' and breathin' hard But I roll with heathens that just, just don't seem to believe in God I'll whip yo head boy, put ya body in the bottom of the ocean Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere smokin' Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt So I'm lookin' like roll it up, I be swimmin' in a pool of blood 'Cause the AK super soke it up, ha, ha, ha, ahh Fuck that, I'ma come back with it like this Come back with it, ha, ha, ha, ha Nasty Ludacris on the track with it Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion And put a muthafucka on his back with it I'm so wrong, I'm so Gudda, I'm so dangerous, ain't I? I'm so gone off these suckas but the flama's will bang ya 'Cause I'm a solid aima, the fat lady got a song to sang ya Mean while I stashed all yo bricks in more hookers Than a hundred airplane hangers I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a fuckin' shame Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush And you so fuckin' lame I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head In ya head nigga, Young Gudda, Ace Hood homie And I'ma ball like a dawg and I'm never gone fall You can call me jollin', baby in a Lamborghini drop top And I can't stop myself from stuntin' lately And I'm stickin' to my dollas that's my motto You can follow and I'm holla tell 'em it's fuck you pay me |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
Ace Hood, it's do or die, gotta go for it, overtime
Yeah 'cause it's now or never I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause it's now or never, put it over time Well, I'm sittin' on the goal line, starin' at the game clock Facing a hundred years, me and Jordan got the same shot Carolina blue, California green Jump for the white, getcho frilly sheets Ace Hood, they go crazy when I'm in your city Ace Hood, that's what they sayin' now in every city I put my team first, it's never rehearsed We the best franchise 'cause we squeeze first I signed a life long deal to the G-co Drafted outa high school then I hit my free throws You see them free shows, we call them free throws Now it cost 'em 20 stacks to witness me flow It's do or die, yeah, gotta go for it, overtime Yeah 'cause it's now or never I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause it's now or never, put it over time Yeah, on the role with riches and diamond rings Real niggers do real things I say hangin' with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggers do real things I'm listenin' to block but it's a human being If you're tryna win the trophy then you gotta do it big Louis on every bag, bitches I keep it fly We don't need a see the tag, we just see it and then we cop Balling out of control, put it out on the line I'm in the city with Khaled before I hit a triple dime Now hold down onto your seats, I'm about to double mine Ace Hood, Konvict and we put in overtime It's do or die, yeah, gotta go for it, overtime I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime And I can't slow down for nothin', see I, gotta get overtime 'Cause I'ma stay on my grind, 'cause money stays on my mind I feel like 24 hours just ain't enough for me If you feel me put your hands up for me This is over grind, I'm goin' for mine, I'm over mine Because I'm putting overtime I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime Ace Hood, Akon, we the best one time |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
Ace Hoooood
People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion Coming up i use to watch tv Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma thats gon be me She said son you gon be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet Thats how he captured my heart Its in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like asking how a ni**a feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, its unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal Thats why i put my life in every song I kill Sing it gurl Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion I had a job too ni**as, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys up Keep running to The Runners when its time to make a (beat) Im gunning at you suckas who aint tryna feel this sh** blastin out a ni**as whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know i keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy ni**as know that aint slippin Know that im on the grind niggas know that aint slippin My faith is on the line so you know i aint slippin You trippin and thats why Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion (Lets break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It dont even matter say wat you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say thatll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (Imma keep going till i reach the top, and thats why) Definitely livin the life I gravitated to the light I sacraficed a decade Now its times every nite Let them suckas spectate Cuz shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely i invest that Break it down the best way Cuz I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And i could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time (2x) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (ima champion and thats why) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
I could have all the money in the world
But it wouldn't mean nothin' And I could have all the fame in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to cream I'm addicted to her, for that love I'm a fiend Just imagine your touches, I can picture you rubbin' Love to smile when I see ya, girl I'm high off your lovin' Live my life like a dream, every king needs a queen Girl my life is a movie, sippin' Goose in Jacuzzi Picture star in this movie, picture trip in this Louie See us cruisin' on yachts while we feastin' on sushi Misdemeanor with groupies, they be beggin' to do me But my mind on my misses, never mind all them women Feel me tastin' your kisses and it's you what I'm missin' Girl I'd trade in this livin', I just want you to listen When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah Now if you love 'em and you know it and it ain't that hard to show it Put your hands up yeah, put your hands up yeah Now if you with 'em through whatever know that she can do 'em better Put your hands up yeah, put your hands up yeah Ace, got the money and cars, biggest houses and yards Had the baddest of broads but I'll trade in it all Hang up my player card, present the ace of heart You can keep the fame, the game, the name and all the fancy cars You can have all them groupies, they be beggin' to do me Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women Feel me tastin' your kisses and it's you what I'm missin' Girl I'd trade in this livin', I just want you to listen When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know something is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah yeah, oh yeah, yeah When I'm off up in the club, yes I'm missin' your love Girl I'm fiendin' your drug and I need that, it's a must All these women are lust, beggin' me for my touch Don't amount up to much but it's nothin' like one You can have all the groupies, they be beggin' to do me Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women Feel me tastin' your kisses and it's you what I'm missin' Girl I'd trade in this livin', I just want you to listen When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah I could have all the money in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' And I could have all the fame in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
<i>[talking: Ace Hood]</i>
Ace Hood Street certified I'm a tell you one thang, don't get caught Slippin' out on these streets homeboy, keep your Eyes and ears open ya undastand Cause it might go down <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. <i>[Verse 1: Ace Hood]</i> Young nigga seventeen, tryin' get money, niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny, just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy, any fiend ain't fiend if you see em' look funny, you better tell ya team you don't need that money, that shit smell funny, you ain't gettin' shit from me, I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these somethin', that white keep comin', tell tha boy to keep bumpin', well watch these folks keepin' enemies close an any nigga kin to me betta not fold, he say he a friend to me but snitchin' to the po', he waitin' on a court to tell the judge what he know, price on his head he'll be dead by fo', so homie don't slip, or you could be him, no speakin' on the phone cause them Feds get tips, don't get caught slippin', cause it might be them. <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. <i>[Verse 2: Ace Hood]</i> And I won't be slippin', the boy's on a mission, only vision of winnin' and my sight is on a million, servin' that white girl to any nigga wan get it, and fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimpin', that thang on my side homeboy I ain't slippin', ya boys off snitchin' tell them niggas ain't with, it might go down so watch you do a round, niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground, (don't get caught slippin'), cause the choppa get down, I spend in all black (incomprehensible) so keep away the fakin' ain't a real nigga round, if you eva go down stay loyal to ya fam, and you don't know shit neva snitchin' on the mound, and homie don't slip cause it might go down, yea homie don't slip cause it might go down, and homie don't slip cause it might go down. <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. <i>[Verse 3: Ace Hood]</i> And I run my city, I own my town, can't anotha man come and disrespect my grounds, ya eyein' ma nigga, ya want somethin' with em', you wannna come get it, you'll be dodgin' ma missiles, yea boy it went down, ya homie done slipped, and now he in a coffin on a first class trip, yea boy it went down, ya homie done slipped, and now he in a coffin on a first class trip. <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' cause it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
Hey Hey Hey
[The-Dream:] All we do is get money Gotta hit the bank Man I'm running out of hundreds (Hey shawty hey hey hey hey shawty) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Ace hooooood (mine mine) [Ace Hood:] Big money talking if you broke stay quiet And watch how all my niggas in a club make a riot Throwing honeys in the sky And watch it all fall I'm blopping on your lady cause' she love to watch me ball She be giving me the eye I'm giving her a call Then it's back to the suites Next week the Taj mahal Every day is like a sweet stick Pick out what you want It ain't trickin' if you got it baby Pick out what you want Reclimb your seat back And let yourself go You ain't a Mr. Berrada I spit that cash flow Now let her hands go Lil homie you lame I have her back to you tomorrow I let my niggas say Homie [Chorus: The-Dream] But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine (mine mine) [The-Dream:] I got money you should help me spend Take you out of that domestic and put you in a Benz Your old boyfriend don't wanna pay your rent I put five stacks only that ain't **** (that ain't ****) Take you out the hood Put you in the heels Put you in a crib This is how you should live A girl like you should be sitting on a yacht Looking down at ya rock I know she yours! [Chorus: The-Dream] But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine (Ace hooooood) [Ace Hood:] Hey I'll be ballin out a budget I'll be ballin like the Pistons Master P money I'll be ballin with no limit See ya lady I'm me she comin to her senses She can smell her money plus don't stuntin' on the sixty Kickin with her richie Ya man he's a mess fe (?) I can show you things, diamond rings be the witness He ain't gotta worry I ain't trying be yo man boo I'm just tryin to take you places you gon' need your sandles Seein' is believin' I just hope that you can handle Girl I make it rain you can determine the weather Bentleys, Phantoms Just don't test the channel Know you with yo' man but I'm the **** that keep you (?) [Chorus: The-Dream] But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Hey hey shawty! |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
Yeah, all around the world
(Around the world) I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Tjeah, I live my life like a vivid dream Of living lavish I done perished of the triple beam (Triple beam) My momma told me but I couldn't see So why you plot?, my economic mind to the streets Ace, I tell you life is never promised if you fuck with him You get fucked every night that's a promise (Promise) A nigga real let you're friends hatin' Fuck them ho's bet me and you escape (Escape) And I ain't gotta talk it 'cause I live it, girl I like to welcome you to my exquisite world Ace, where the goose stay on cheetah? You can take it all of baby, do what you feel I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material I wake up mornings and I picture what I've been through Five siblings gotta live in three bedrooms Now it's big cribs, whips and them blue pooch Beautiful broads and they all wanna do who? Ace Hood Pleasure P to set the sex mood and once I sex you Just forget the next dude beats I few lingerie see through She say I'm so hood rubbing on my tattoo, you ever been to Cancun? I can take you, I feelin' like B.I.G when he wrote juice Fruit loop cush livin' like the chest mood Yeah, they hate 'cause we doing they can't do I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Tjeah and I grind every 21st Always love the day and pray to see the 21st Kiss my mommas and I gotta go Married to the dough all pre-nuptial Ace, tough baby, know that it's a G-thang Beat game while I'm taking off your G-string (G-string) Take a look into the pink frame we pick everything Have it your way I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Mister Hood Nigga I'm good Ace Hood Face good Wish a nigga would Take this Bake this Feed it to the wolves A motherfucker should I'm beating like band wood That black flag swag is part of my man hood That pistol on that seat is just keeping your man good I'll pop his top like drops and can goods I'm gutter Tell you one thing about me I'm stuck to the green Like the coke to the fiends And if by all means Just pay me in all green Sprite chasing the promethezine, I'm on lean Ball Greez my dude, we goon your whole team I'm him them dangers ask your man mane Fifteen bottles of Rose and champagne Niggas they know the name and understand the game I know you see the chain It's We the Best the game [Chorus - Ace Hood] Bitch I'm ruthless Boy I'm a G And you don't know a motherfucking thing about me One thing about me I do it for the streets I do it for the killers and them young O.G.s Tell you this about me (About me) About me (About me) I'm a G I'ma rock with that beat Tell you this about me (About me) About me, (About me) I'ma keep that black flag on me Tell you that about me [Verse 2 - Ballgreezy] I'ma stack my bread and fuck nigga's hoes Shoot dice, drink liquor, and sell dope Tote fire, stay fresh everywhere I go Pop pills and while I'm getting my goon on Pack extra clips, and get my suit on Ask bitch ass niggas who want to move wrong So if you got it on your mind let a nigga know So I could show you that the .9 send niggas home Other then that, the street niggas love Greez Even though they baby momma want to fuck me I'm one hundred about everything the boy do That's why the crowd behind me everywhere I move And you can tell by the swag Greez about money And I don't play no games when it's about money I do it for them young niggas that pop beams The hot boys with big stacks the cops see [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye where my goons at? Where my G's at? Where them killers and them zoes staying so strapped? Broward County on the map, that's a known fact And when I talk back, people running four flat And night see the light, you can follow that I creep all black So strapped Fuck rap get your baby boy kidnapped Black flag, my rag got the wrist wrap Respecet G, when I walk not a pen tap Because I'm me Who's he? We could end that Street nigga ain't no time for that chit chat I'm cold like Coronas in a 6 pack Ace Hood getting head like a ball cap One thing about me I don't call back Fall back, I'm addicted to the brown bag MC Hammer swag 'Can't touch that' [Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood 2집 - Ruthless (2009)
[Intro]
This is no longer music, it's a celebration homie [Chorus] Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don And to the gangstas until they postpone To all the hustlas that's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin' this to me Glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air, and this for history [Verse 1] True story I was born into the Lord's glory Hustlin' of their visions, to first class ported And that's accordin' I was corgile on my first formal Tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four quarters I am so Florida Marlin in my own water Swimin' wit' the sharks slaughter anything by them Feelin' like an orphan never knew my real father Guess that's why I'm goin' harder than my role model Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter Now they payin' Hood at that to my armor model And every Ace of Spades bottle to the last swallow Only taint forever trained to get the last dollar Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don A hundred for the watch, just waitin' for the right time I just realized in my money state of mind I'm on another level, devils meet me in the sky[Chorus] [Verse 2] I used to wake up in the mornin' yawin' where I wanna be People that I wanna meet, and places I've been diein' to see No hope in sellin' coke or dope I'm goin' back to sleep Now awake with paper bags, cash under feet Throw up the W to represent my dynasty And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat Keep all apologies the modesty is all to me It's ruthless mind frame is the way to be I burn a hater blow the ashes on his daddy feet May he be deceased lookin' till you see the peace Well I could see you gettin' rich ??짖€????cause niggas envy me It's deeper than a rap the realest shit a nigga speak Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see And Khaled takin' me to heights they only wish to be Flyest without a wing, the American dream It's a bird, it's a plane, naw it's just me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam, Shout out to We the Best, what up Diamonds and Deals? Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth? What up Kit Go? What up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C.? I love ya Blonde D., I love ya big sis', I love ya lil' sis' I love ya 2Pac, and I would never stop, let's toast to the top [Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood - Cash Flow (2008)
(Feat. T-Pain & Rick Ross)
We the best def jam I introduce you to ace Ace let's get money Cash flow... (haha) It's too easy nigga (bankroll) We don't count money no mo We weight that shit [Adlibs: Rick Ross] Let's get it... [Verse: Ace Hood] Eh knock knock, bang bang Where the cash at If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax Come up swinging at you thugs aflac Then I fall in the sway back may back See I'm back for da money like I left dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo Make his body bounce bounce like a 64 Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope I keep my money ova bitches til da door close I need money like a bitch need dick mo I'm tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow... I need it on time I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Verse: Ace Hood] And where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Moneyman minivan full of brown bags Better grand anyman never top that Cause money and the gat pop those straps Getting loot in the top drop right back I ain't playin creep ya avenue and I'll blast Bust shots like a new year day blast And I ride all day like a buss pass Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go) I'm trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow... I need it on time I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Adlibs: Rick Ross] Ace I see you nigga Trilla You m o b now nigga You untouchable [Verse: Rick Ross] Big money in the dope hole See the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead broke daddy fucked up I'm a make them come and hit me with the recoup God dammnit I'm still in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel So she gotta suck four dicks I d me v I p dj khaled m o b Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short and if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow... I need it on time I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money |
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from Ace Hood - Champion [single] (2009)
Ace Hoooood
People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion Coming up i use to watch tv Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma thats gon be me She said son you gon be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet Thats how he captured my heart Its in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like asking how a ni**a feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, its unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal Thats why i put my life in every song I kill Sing it gurl Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion I had a job too ni**as, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys up Keep running to The Runners when its time to make a (beat) Im gunning at you suckas who aint tryna feel this sh** blastin out a ni**as whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know i keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy ni**as know that aint slippin Know that im on the grind niggas know that aint slippin My faith is on the line so you know i aint slippin You trippin and thats why Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion (Lets break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It dont even matter say wat you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say thatll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (Imma keep going till i reach the top, and thats why) Definitely livin the life I gravitated to the light I sacraficed a decade Now its times every nite Let them suckas spectate Cuz shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely i invest that Break it down the best way Cuz I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And i could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time (2x) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (ima champion and thats why) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
chea Ace Hood
see mama all i want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die while i go get this money i promise im get us out the hood baby even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood listen Baby look just ride with me swear that i got us mama one thing i love about it see you aint wit that drama you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9 5 gotta get this money paper callin but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta baby never maybe always gonna ride even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood and um we can do them long vacations thinking jamaica lately cant take them deep relations baby just keep it patient shawty know what i do shawty know who i be you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louiev but you aint trippin never question bout a niggag we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's i ride for you you ride for me that's where we need to be i hold you down you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood now what's the definition of a rider through it all they gon stand right beside ya if you got one look em in the eyes tell em you gon ride tell em you gon ride till the wheel fall off or the day that i die that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody tryna tell you shawty that ace and i promise this to you imma get us out this hood into them places that you thinkin that you never could but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you forget them haters keep you tailored see whats sexy too and i like your body all i think about is doin you and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two you ride or die same smile when you see the loot even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood yea yea yea we gon make it out we gon make it out this hood |
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from Ace Hood - Loco Wit The Cake (2009)
[Chorus - Schife]
Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then I hit the strip club Going loco with the cake Glittered up my wrist Going loco with the cake Went and Guccied up my bitch Going loco with the cake Repping five with the pimps Going loco with the cake I put on my whole team Going loco with the cake [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Aye You don't want to start a food fight Get your attitude right Before I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like Who that is? Ace Hood You ain't know that's Ace Hood? Ask around in every project they say that boy face good Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good Especially with the paper ice, all over my Ace Hood Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me Good brain! Take the package up the temple come back home and get, paid! Seven days up out the week a nigga got to get, paid! Quit your hating, get on your job, and hoe you can get, paid! Like Ace, like who? Like me nigga That's why every bitch you trying to fuck like me nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] I rep this pot like it's chemistry Got an F in chemistry Took the white and turned it green Now that's what I call chemistry That's what I call, Enterprise Call my work, The Enterprise Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise Smoking in my spaceship, floating through the galaxy They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through your calvery Gangsters, goons, and killers only niggas on my salary They all got charges pending Murder, burglaries, and batteries Niggas trying to battle me, end up finding they tragedy Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and looking up at me (Up at me) Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred grand on me [Chorus] [ Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye You can call me Mister Cash Flow Money out the asshole Thugging getting paper, what you think that Louis bag hoe? Pull up in that stoopid whip Hundred for the stoopid wrist Stoopid this, stoopid that, loco with the money bag Lamborghini Murcielag', girl you got to stoopid that Gucci this, Louis that, riding with them paper tags And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to back Twenty grand I'll show you going low and tell them holler back Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and then Swing on them 30's I drop the top on them verties Switch lanes, on them haters, I'm throwing paper to make them spend [Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood - Hustle Hard [single] (2011)
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'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big bank in my pocket double up with my profit see this shit than I cop it gimme that there there and than drop it homie hold up with my mojo peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she fucking I know so nigga ain't no doubt about it riding round with that rocket load it up and I cock it send bout a couple off in your nog and hear them 808's and they knocking whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets all my homies up in here vibing nigga big shit in my household real niggas I die for creeping off in that Tahoe all about that there lajo nigga don't stop the party we be getting gnarley old kimosabe homie's chiefing like I'm Marley cause this is 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'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Okay now all I know is hustle get it off the muscle block is my attire keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga I be going hard bitch I'm going hard I just hit the mall you just swipe the card I'm with a couple latin broads I just do menage fuck you other guys pussy telling lies homie free my nigga AG fuck you niggas pay me swagging in my saline two door coupe Mercedes I am too much for you buster's bitches I don't trust em fuck em once I fuck em lust em never love em they won't play me for no sucker play me for no paper make my bitches stomp her Alpha zeta mega better no one really on it drive it bet I own it money is involved bet I know I'm on it that's wording to my mother gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up but it 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'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Ace Hood - Blood Sweat & Tears (2011)
yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
they done tried to defeat me staying on my feet when they see me they salute me i'm the king of these streets yeaaaah! ohhhhh! i got 'em walking on(left, right, left, right) we the best so we marching like(left, right, left, right) oooooooh! they follow me! okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit i ever wrote never stop or giving up, the realest shit i ever quote look into my eyes and you can see i hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal people want that gutter back, that's just who i do it for giving 'em that manure flow, how would i know, i'm trained to go heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow now i'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship what it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit bitch i'm on my own lane, only god can judge me all you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat and i am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast pussy niggas count me out, man i love to in-convene teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history we the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen! well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating i been waiting, yeahhh boy i been waiting heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness i'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas sleeping on the hottest while i'm out here chasing commas put that on my momma, i'mma give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell we the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail i'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say i'm hotter than your hell and i'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout? see me, you salute me like a mother f**king drill scout stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out king of these streets, come and see me when you travel south |
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from Ace Hood - Blood Sweat & Tears (2011)
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'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big bank in my pocket double up with my profit see this shit than I cop it gimme that there there and than drop it homie hold up with my mojo peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she fucking I know so nigga ain't no doubt about it riding round with that rocket load it up and I cock it send bout a couple off in your nog and hear them 808's and they knocking whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets all my homies up in here vibing nigga big shit in my household real niggas I die for creeping off in that Tahoe all about that there lajo nigga don't stop the party we be getting gnarley old kimosabe homie's chiefing like I'm Marley cause this is 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'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Okay now all I know is hustle get it off the muscle block is my attire keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga I be going hard bitch I'm going hard I just hit the mall you just swipe the card I'm with a couple latin broads I just do menage fuck you other guys pussy telling lies homie free my nigga AG fuck you niggas pay me swagging in my saline two door coupe Mercedes I am too much for you buster's bitches I don't trust em fuck em once I fuck em lust em never love em they won't play me for no sucker play me for no paper make my bitches stomp her Alpha zeta mega better no one really on it drive it bet I own it money is involved bet I know I'm on it that's wording to my mother gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up but it 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'mma do Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard |
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from Ace Hood - Blood Sweat & Tears (2011)
11월 12일자 빌보..
sgm8520 We Found Love (Feat. Calvin Harris) Rihanna Someone Like You Adele Sexy And I Know It LMFAO 곡 73 | 담기 19 | 추천 10 |
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from Ace Hood - Blood Sweat & Tears (2011)
[Chorus - Ace Hood]
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1 - 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 that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sitting too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about them Ben Franklins Ain't talking Aretha Bitch my league too major I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and it's knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household We the Best be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the deniero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy, party because it's the [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24's on my Beamer You never know when I slide up Nineteen 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 nigga Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted one mill' This morning one fifty Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt your feelings V12, Jet Blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my seven tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Okay now, Black Card in my pocket Riding around in that 'Gatti 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 popping 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 in 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 bitch till 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, ? and Marley Beause it's the same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes For that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon [Chorus] |
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from YC Worldwide - I Know [single] (2011)
플레이어
maillow79 서울 마이티 코알.. I Won`t Let You Go James Morr.. 아침이 올 때까지 흑꼬 곡 156 | 담기 4 | 추천 1 |
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| from Ace Hood - B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A B*tch) [single] (2012) | |||||
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| from DJ Khaled - Kiss The Ring [Deluxe Version] (2012) | |||||
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