Lyrics:
DJ Khaled,
We the Best Season has returned
Cause I'm out here grindin')
I do this for the streets, the RUNNERS
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
trying to get by.
It ain't a lot but it's all we got.
We're Ducking & dogging shots in this hood.
I'm In The Hood
I""M LIVING IN I'M LIVING THE HOOD
Think I'm talkin' about some money?
This one of my common peeves ain't it
Damn Diddy leave some for the rest of us
Nigga you don't hustle you don't
ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby
he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!
[Ace Hood:]
And I got money
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,
steppin
On all those that doubt me or my race is won
And you critics are hopin that the Ace is done
But now consider, this here little bit of
Super
DJ Khaled,
We the Best Season has returned
'Cause I'm out here grindin'
I do this for the streets, the runners
'Cause I'm out here grindin'
picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller!
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
still here
Even tho police be hatin I'm still here
I'm standin on this corner till my pockets bigger
I'm goin to my grave as a project nigga
[Chorus-
them trenches can you stomach it?
Like if I front you this work you bet not fumble it
He wanna earn some stripes oh ni**a that’s normal sh*t
Now he doing
niggas ain't come to the
Party, well it's fuck 'em niggas, shoot
(brrrrr)
Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40
This shit here for you
Ayo I'm back so soon
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
we need to hear Dre we miss Big N.W.A
Well what do they say "well here go this and listen to that"
Man somebody tell these labels that they artists
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
Dre, we miss Big N.W.A
Well what do they say
Well here go this and listen to that
Man somebody tell these labels that they artists are whack
Your CD's
Think I'm talkin' about some money?
This one of my common peeves ain't it
Damn Diddy leave some for the rest of us
Nigga you don't hustle you don't
still,
This be the city that never pity they would rather kill,
I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yourself,
I grab the pots and bakin'
to get me
I escape the hood right
I didn't want any part of it
My heart is sick see my brothers getting
Martyred quick
By Somebody that look like me that's
Rozay
Gotta let your hair down to this one baby girl (yeah)
Owooo
Wooo
Let your hair down whether it's fake or real (wooh)
Uh, here I go
Don't
baptize him
Hood say he made
Pent up rage from a tender age
Turn him to a mental case
Said every face is a dinner plate
I say 'Ace why you feel this way?'
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
ain’t know a ni**a gon' do it like this
Up in the morning
Gas I be rolling taking that shit to the face
Pack got me snoring Taos in the morning
I got
we need to hear Dre we miss Big N.W.A
Well what do they say "well here go this and listen to that"
Man somebody tell these labels that they artists
riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle
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