Lyrics:
3: Ace Hood]
Chea
and I was the low key nigga posted by the front do
young dreadlock niggas rockin them Dickies and a torch
got a house a red band
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
young G's from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin
me...
To tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
[repeat]
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea my rent due n I'm stressin'...
Landlord jest called with a message...
Say I
hand
Marijuana plant gleam gold, you wouldn't understand
Light the biccy up it touch soul like it cooked by Sam
I heart you but you always want more,
[talking: Ace Hood]
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
She put the ice cubes in her mouth and then she suck me good
She give me brain like she from college but she from the hood
I told her I don't cuff no
the hood sleeved up with tattoos
Im in the backyard where everything poppin off might get confronted by the hoes that you knockin off
The young niggas
talking bank roll my money my money my money
(Ace Hood)
And where my money young niggas gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
might never see tomorrow, I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto),
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
See I went straight to the pros who done done it
Know The Price Its Going Up
Said Up Zone 6 My Check Up
Said Up Zone 6 My Check Up
Said Up Zone 6 My Check Up
Pull Up To The Club And Theyd Be Wut
bluetooth
Stop by the store cause my ice needs some new proof
I get my lean on, when ridin' thru the hood
Ridin' thru the hood grippin' Cadillac wood
I
Bitch c'est L'ZONE
3chrani f lkarwa
Ra bayna man lounha
Koulchi 3anaser
L'ZONE raha dawla
Kagol o madaya
Flama mach3oula
Drari mas3oura
Kat9eleb 3la
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get
heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)
In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night
heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)
In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone
ya head nigga young Gudda ace Hood homie
And Ima ball like a dawg and
I'm never gone fall you
Can call me jollin baby, and
I'm never givin drop top
New York, you got 'em (got 'em)
Ace of (ace of) Spades (skrr), Ace Hood ridin' Bugattis (yea)
We got (we got) 'Raris (blah), Audi R8, I got 'em (skrr)
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
You can't have dat man and everyone knows, yeah, Hollywood
Last time I checked little Haiti was hood
Last time I checked zone 3 was the hood
Last time
heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)
In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone
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