I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gon' creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him
[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
homo I keep it solo but I will never fall Now every call that I get the money is so involved Two stacks or better, it's easy cheddar to hit the mall I get
(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) (
snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get
run everythin' We run the streets, the radio and the club All of the above Yes, yes All the above Oh, oh, oh All the above Oh, oh, oh Yeah, Mr. Him
bitches actin like you YO Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Golden platinum things unstainable I chew rocks Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets Black hooded
ll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a
full of shit so I don't fuck wit 'em Niggas lookin crazy, I get right with 'em They killed my dog, They killed my ace Forever I miss ya, Ya can't be
me? Niggas be on tv struttin' hard And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed Ya heard me? You might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed
Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac
Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and siti it on the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac
if you sayin' he aced, and he sayin' he sixed, People waiting fo the bell to get they cheque, in blue skies and sunshine you gotta give respec' to get
soft Said the boys up in Odasville was breakin' him off Can you picture him in a jar, niggas jokin' him up Treatin' him like a pin cushion, pokin him
[Intro] Ace Hood Street certified Let me tell you one thing Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy Keep your eyes and ears open,
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
his wrist This nigga here keep him a bad bitch This nigga here keep a customized whip This nigga here keep a hundred round clip (Ace Hood) This nigga
[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