ACE HOOD – Sex Dance

Yeah, that’s the spot right, I know you like that
Ok your clothes all gone but your legs wide open
Hope you like snakes swimming all in your ocean
Like it on top say she diggin my motion
Rubbin on the clic now she gusshin out lotion

Beat the pussy up
Then I beat the pussy down
Now she makin sounds every time a nigga pounds
Ima beast in the sheets
Beast on the beats
Hit me late night when u say you can’t sleep
Put her under hypnosis doses, doses
Put it so deep you can feel it in your ulcer
Throw u on the wall like a mothafucking poster
Then I wear u out like some penny-ass lofers
Banger, banger, five disk changer
Dick so good turn your chick into a singer
Suck it up great
Please clean da plate
Holdin on your waist catch it all in your face
U nasty, real nasty
This da type of shit that make u happy?
She say she like it
I’m like u do huh?
3 rounds but my shit is gettin too numb
Boy I’m too dumb
Wit da flow doh
I’m the man run the shit like flow joe
I do my sex dance then I beat it up
In the mirror uhh

I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn’t wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit da pussy one day
N I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her feenin then I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit… I’m talkin good dick
When u finally hit that fine ass thick chick

Girl I’m nothin like the nex man
Type to get ya body hot like a sun tan
Yeah, after that I do my sex dance
U can’t even walk u might need a kick stand

Beat that pussy like ya stole my wallet
I cud tell she like it just a little more violent
Fuckin everywhere from the broom to the counter
Hair messed up u gone need another stylist
Ask her do she like it
Told me dat she love it
Sweat runnin down
Gotta her feelin like a oven
I does this shit
Dawm u thick
Standing in the mirror like did that shit

I do my sex dance sex, sex dance
When u know u did the job do your sex dance
Yeah I killed that shit, she love this dick
Now watch a niggah wabble like boy get it get it
I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn’t wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit the pussy one day
And I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her pheenin n I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit
I’m talking good dick
When u finally hit that bad ass thick chick

Ok now boy I’ma jerk she did came first
Fumes overheated by the way the shit burst
Got a small ass smirt… ace why u smiling?
Thinkin in my head how I gave her that bomin
Gave her that bomin
Yeah that bomptin
Bet she tell her friends and they probably get astonish
Say it’s my pussy hold it down like bondage
Friends wanna piece like umm call me!
Ahaha give ya what ya need
If u gunna pheen I cud give ya what ya need
U can come n join the team
Give ya what ya need
U cud come n join the team

ACE HOOD – Tear Da Roof Off

Pour up some liquor chasin’ with the juice,
I came to party; what you came to do?
I got them Rose bottles by the bucket,
Grab ya dawg and tell him ‘Fuck it, go all out or nothin’”.
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Shout out to DJ in this muhfucka,
Bottles in the air, you ballin’ like a muhfuckaaaaaaa,

[Verse 1]
I’m fresh to death and they know this, hoppin’ out of that Beamer,
Fresh up out of that Neiman, Marcus rockin’ the meanest,
Fly shit with my fly bitch, ass phatter than Trina,
Pullin’ up to the club I swear my swagga on a seizure,
Make yo bitch Beat Bop the sneaker, she know where to meet us,
Bitch I’m not a star, don’t carry no V’Gers,
Got them faces in my Levi’s, flyer than your G5’s,
Big money what I rely, you are just a peon,
And I bounce around, I’m in focus,
Rose is all that we pourin’, smoking all of that doja, standin’ on all them sofas,
Tear dat roof up off this muhfucka, man fuck it,
Club buckin’ in this muhfucka, you say you like it, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Everybody on liquor, homies rollin’ them swishers,
Everybody takin’ pictures, seen her friends but I like her sister,
Got that ass round and I need it, don’t make me repeat it,
Swaggin’ out of this world, confident, conceited,
Drinkin’ Rose after bottles, riiiiiiiight, and I’m with them models,
Like I’m ‘thicker than a Snicker’ type, that’s what I like,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka, hey mister DJ, bring it back off in this muhfuckaaaaaaaaa,
Yeah, so fuck who got a problem wit it,
Got me into my zone, I can handle my own, they not in my division,
Gotta pocket full of green, and a Ray Benz black with diamonds yellow, homie,
See ya money too small, sorry, you cannot join this ceremony.

ACE HOOD – Piss Em Off

Fresh on the scene, I just let the swag talk
Watch, I pull up in that foreign just to piss ‘em off
Had to whisper to my dog, I say we here to ball
Chain ring, wrist bling, Imma piss ‘em off
Okay, more bottles of Rosay
Ermaz on her waist, complimented by that oche
Looking kinda fly Mr. Hood what them hoes say
Pissing niggas off by the bezel on the watch face
On that nick Shorty, this just how the boss play
Phantom with the two tone, left it with the valet
You don’t have a rank, catch me cooping on a Sunday
Bitch I am the shit. We clear? Little Ray

Check the swag. Yea, it’s on
Gettin’ cash, the bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss ‘em off just to let them haters know
Let ‘em know you will never meet a nigger this fly, i ain’t lying
Got the top off the wip
You ain’t ridin’, you ain’t ridin’
If the watch under 40
You ain’t shinnin’, you ain’t shinnin’
Piss ‘em off, you niggas all talk, ain’t bide it

Old man, ten grand, bought the whole mall
Heard they hatin’ so I did it just to piss ‘em off
Chilling with a bad bitch Mrs. WhatchaCall
Put her in a red bottom just to piss ‘em off
Good lord, you know what the wrist cost
Bid the pretty penny probably triple what your rent cost
Get a nigga shine it, like cutting on a chandelier
Hop in about that Porsche, why of course that be tha Panamere
Louie, Gucci, Fini or Versace be my day a pair
Oh that shit got you talkin’
It’s nice, Christmas Carol I ain’t with the bullshit
I do this for real though
Kick it with a player, talking gang when the field goal
Swimming in some money, fuck around and do a backstroke
You know how I like it baby, you just keep your bag low
Main I’m a dog, my whips are retarded
Swag out of space, you couldn’t match it with a martian
Whatcha talin’?

Check the swag. Yea, it’s on
Gettin’ cash, the bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss ‘em off just to let them haters know
Let ‘em know you will never meet a nigger this fly, ain’t lying
Got the top off the wip
You ain’t ridin’, you ain’t ridin’
If the watch under 40
You ain’t shinnin’, you ain’t shinnin’
Piss ‘em off, you niggas all talk, ain’t bide it

ACE HOOD – Reminiscing

Let’s rewind life for a second

Let’s take these niggas back to ’98
Mama in the kitchen, cookin’ up her favorite cake
Daddy gone, never home, he say he outta state
Five times I only seen that nigga to this day
And I was blind as a youngun but I learned better
Five kids, visitation, game, never
But ain’t trippin’, mama did your dirty work?
23 and got a crib that’s seven figures worth
Even as a youngun I had bigger dreams
Made another way instead of triple beams
17 all about that green cream
Break that 9 to 5, I quitted in about a week
That’s true story, it was overrated
They don’t crack those middle fingers cause they under pay me
Back on the block, not a single dollar
I told her mom that hottest nigga had a brother
They laughed at me, they clown me
They hatin’ shit, don’t want that bitch around me
So I joined the label, dollars and deals
I stayed around the corner from minors who deal
Stacking that money, switching them whips
Motivated by the dope boy ain’t gettin’ chips
My vision changed, the struggle came
I see my mama cryin’, I can feel her pain
The pills are so behind we can’t afford a thing
We can’t afford a thing
Couple months I met with DJ Khaled
Saw my killing, got a hundred thousand dollars pimp
Call my mother crying like we outta here
Hard times, kiss my ass
Flew the Louie, pressing thousands in the duffle bag
That was 074, back to 20 12
Paid a set, I get one hitin’ thirty well
Not sugar coating shit, you niggas fairytale
They free my niggas locked behind them prison cells
I’m one of just a few who send my niggas mail
Hearing a lot of talk ’bout what you niggas do
I’m everywhere, you never there, I’m like a prostitute
Brought my money, let that pistol bust ya testicles
Speaking on my fam you get the medic room
A couple top tens, bitch I’m livin’ good
Penthouse in Miami and that record do it
Make them bitches suck it till they catch the fluid
I just lost my daughter but I’m prayin’ through it

Starvation, starvation
Livin’ every day like I’m on vacation
Underrated, they say I is
And I’m a give ‘em hell oh them satan fears

Starvation, Starvation
Like looking in the eyes of a poor baby
Poor baby, they scared now
Did it for you non-believers case you wonder why

ACE HOOD – I’m The Bomb

Street Certified!
I’m the bomb, motherfucka, I’m the bomb (I’m the bomb)
I’m the bomb, motherfucka, I’m the bomb (I’m the bomb)
Outta time

[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade flow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on ‘em, very bright, call me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words ’cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, California (whoo!)
Cash surfin’, hit the bank like cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain’t sayin’ nothin’, clean hundred seen comin’
You think he seen somethin’, bullets got ‘em mean muggin’
Got his whole team swearin’ they ain’t seen nothin’
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on ‘em (vroom!)
Call the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi flow, kickin’ down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze
An animal, I’m eatin’ niggas like Hannibal
I’m ’bout to blow, when I land, call me cannonball
I’m rappin’ circles ’round these Urkels, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls
So i can shoot ‘em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?)
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
‘Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round
And all hands down, better be a man down
We ain’t trippin’, bury him into a sand pile
I’m a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin’ now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)

[Outro]
I’m the bomb, motherfucka, I’m the bomb (I’m the bomb)
I’m the bomb, motherfucka, I’m the bomb (I’m the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time

ACE HOOD – Lord Knows (Freestyle)

Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Muthafuck them other niggas be the state of mind
Got them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5
Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly homie
I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
Lord knows I be shittin’ on ‘em
Hottest nigga since that weather out in Arizona
Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
I’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
Got them bitches throwin’ pussy what the asses out
True story, new glory
Money stacking taller than a two story
Real niggas countin money, never gets boring
Last year I made a million of the state touring
Fuck boys, know what you talking bout
I run my own team, aint no room for mascots
Look around, peep at the winners circle
We the niggas touching paper like a social worker
Plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
Wear rubber, cus these Spanish bitches so fertile
Lord Knows I be going hard
RIP my nigga Daniel, remember that garage
Long nights, before that rap shit
I was thinking moving keys like a locksmith
No sir, the cops
Them crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clear
Waiting for a nigga, trippin’ I just stand still
I aint trippin’ I just stand still
Lord knows that I’m stressed out
Walking through these roadblocks with my chest out
Damn, 23 and made a million dollars
Fucking put a quarter million dollars round a collar
Couple more to cop a Phantom I aint talking opera
They sya my flow sick I should see a fucking doctor
Real niggas in ya presence
Chopper raise a nigga head like you present
Broward County I am that
Only nigga in my city riding Maybach’s
Motivation, motivation, my niggas fans are dead
They only location?
And thats word to my daughter
I’m just tryna make it your headquarters
Word up

ACE HOOD – Mr. Hood

Now I dun been so talked about and laughed at,
Doubted by my family,
Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs,
Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac’
This is where it started at, way before that We The Best,
I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks,
Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at,
I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow,
I was thinkin’ bigger shit, they just want some 24′s,
Me I’m dreaming millionaire, I don’t think they hear me though,
Slidin’ with my brother them, what you think that rental fo’
Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth,
Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt,
Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them
Couple months I’m outta here broward county pioneer,
Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships,
Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him,
And I play the game how I’m ‘posed to got my name all on
Them posters I ain’t boastin I’m jus’ stating facts,
And I’m taking over fuck you loners,
Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat
I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord,
All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs,
Flow is super sick, I’m talkin herpey sores
Biggest shit in years, I’m talkin jersey shores,
ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same,
Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name,
That’s why I hustle like I’m ten of yall,
And they don’t believe me check my protocal
I’m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames
I jus’ hope you get the picture
Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain,
None you niggas pose a threat, y’all ain’t in my target,
Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan,
Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet,
Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution,
They don’t want it with the kid, gladly get abortion,
See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion,
Think I’m really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ,
Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I’m talkin oregon,
Ride the beat no choruses, like I’m in some foreign shit,
Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this,
Ballin like I’m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship,
This is where I’m at today, you should come and follow him,
I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship,
Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship,
3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don’t see the rest,
I don’t care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat,
Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get,
Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get,
Man you niggas never pose a threat.

ACE HOOD – Just Living

Mr.Hooddd

Okay
Keys to the benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV’s in the lense
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I’m just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Nevermind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I’m a made ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I’m a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knott, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber,
I be cool like the winter, no Decemeber
Two bad chicks, that’s a two piece dinner
Ridin in a benz, I’m a Rose sippa
Pour a little out
R.I.P my niggasss

Uh,
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain’t the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I’m in the daze
Music that I made, I just started gettin praise
Everyday I pray, god keep me in the wave
Never let it phase, now I’m really gettin paid
See a nigga swag, courtside Heat game
Probably routin on my nigga Lebron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just lookin out for the fay
Jay that’s in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I’m in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty frontin to fuck, she’ll kindly get the broom
And its facts so don’t assume
Man you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my moms new crib, got plenty of rooms

Ye, Eyy, Hahaha
We on our way to the good times baby

ACE HOOD – Light It Up (Freestyle)

Well alright
(Statement)
There’s only one way to go from here
And that’s up
(Mister Hood)
Amen

[Ace Hood]
Okay, me and them schemes got my past life jealous
Niggas doing crime but I’m into making cheddar
Promise to my mama you will never send me letters
Or threw me through them bars with them murderers and killers
Addicted to the women, but she like to call them hoes
With them fine high heels and them super fitted clothes
Fascinated by the dough, I graduated on
Just my salary alone I can get a bank a loan
With them six figure checks that just pop up at my home
Got me flying around the world, Louis V. carry on
And what do I do? Blow a couple on a shone
Brag about it on the phone to my niggas back at home
Got my mama in my ear saying “Leave the women alone”
They don’t mean you no good, they just know to buy your song
But that’s another note, I just thought I’d let them know
Mister Chili-Pepper-Flow, sick as AIDS in the throat
Man you niggas for the show, call them Doctor Huxtable
This ‘The Statement’, I swear you rappers sign at the dope
Mister 9-5-4, blow a nigga team’s smoke
Who going to kill them in the end before the credits even wrote?
This a movie, niggas playing groupies
Jumping on your dick when they see you in the two seat
Claiming that he hot, but you rappers never move me
Like them to the action not the motherfucking movie
Boo he, puue, nigga I’m the shit man
Bad bladder so I only wear shit bag
Yeah, so name another nigga this dope
If it is, probably turn him into white coke
Big money, bitch nigga I repute broke
Light slow and I swear I let them all know
I’m at your front door
Light it up if you know you got the good smoke

[Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught, in this life?
Let’s celebrate, with a toast
And get lost, in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We going to make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I’m going to make this go

ACE HOOD – Lifestyle

I’m addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I’m addicted to this life style
Shorty I can’t change cause that’s just who I am
I’m addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I’m a star
I’m addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can’t change cause that’s just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain’t an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Beach side view, white girl coupe, make believe top, thought you seen the roof
White flip-flops, designer shades Louis, big face blockers family guy Stewie
I’m so addicted to it, My bitch she shop and tourin,
Them niggas wish to do her just know she so manure
Who you lyin folks, she got her game up, 24 inches, Rover Range truck,
This is my life style, I live my life wow, four or five bitches, Pipe down,
Money cars and clothes, all a nigga know, dedicate the flow

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I’m addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I’m addicted to this life style
Shorty I can’t change cause that’s just who I am
I’m addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I’m a star
I’m addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can’t change cause that’s just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain’t an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I’m addicted to this life, I would never ever change it,
Looking back on life I swear to God that it’s amazing
Ridin in the flyest riff, now I’m eating casian,
Thousand dollar Louie couple hundred for the fragrant,
Mamma I made it, yes I did,
Used to live with seven, three bed crib
But now I got my own and now I’m rottin chrome,
These women love the money, so they becoming showns,
I see these niggas hatin, but they can’t be what I’m on,
Give my chic a couple stacks then I ship her off to Rome,
So bye-bye you, hit the mall and buy it all baby it’s the truth

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I’m addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I’m addicted to this life style
Shorty I can’t change cause that’s just who I am
I’m addicted to this life style
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I’m a star
I’m addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can’t change cause that’s just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain’t an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am

ACE HOOD – I Know

Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people ’round ‘case them niggas actin’ fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

[Verse 1:]
Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
Hit the city with a bad lil’ freak ho
Hop up outta the beamer that’s on low pros
Two Fours, suicide on the back do’
Ridin ’round, eagle on my lap yo
Pop off, shots to ya elbow
More shells, comin through your window
All black, semis slide in the renzo
Get money, about cash, I’m a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo
Drop top, that’s only when the wind blow
See a nigga low pro, double M logo
Hold up, and I’m with a bad bitch
She thick, nothin like ya average
My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy
The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me
But I ain’t trippin, cause the swag on pluto
Fly nigga he wouldn’t know what to do though
Call me, Papi Chulo
Polo when I’m ridin in the culo
God damn, I’m way too gutta
Keep a toast, and I’m bout my butta
Shoot a nigga, that’s on my motha
Don’t believe, just ask my brotha

[Hook: x2]
Bitch I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people ’round ‘case them niggas actin’ fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

[Verse 2:]
Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo
Know my t-shirt and boxers polo
Love me a little coco loso
Bitch ain’t fuckin, that’s a mother fuckin no no
Hate when they say they ain’t no groupie
Trick you choose, and they already know so
Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do
Gettin some head, suck it so slow
Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo
Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo
Got a job and she wanna get paid mo
Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so
Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go
Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo
Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol
Yessir when it’s about that dinero
Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo
Double G sandals, tank top camo
Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin
Just imagine the penthouse pattern
Pockets stay full of that cabbage
Neck and wrist stay full of them karats
Some shit you can’t inherit
Me and money eloped, we married

[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people ’round ‘case them niggas actin’ fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

ACE HOOD – I Need Your Love

Ace, we killin em baby

[Trey Songz]
I need your love, need your love

[Ace Hood]
See me at the mall chilling with a lady
So fine, she mine hey baby

[Trey Songz]
Oh I need your love, need your love

[Ace Hood]
Just right my type what I like
And that dress fit nice can we kick it tonight?

[Trey Songz]
Just Tryna get it right for the
End of the night shots of the air
Just to clear my mind baby im a sag
Tell me what’s your sign from the
Bottom to the top girl you just my kind
I need your love (ohoh), need your love

[Ace Hood]
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait baby hol’ up

Her love shawty know I really need that
Can’t live without it I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick thinking how the waist sits, so thick
Man that ass need a D cal, May weather with the stick at the
Beat down throw it back imma snatch ya like a rebound, Buss that
Yeah shawty like a grey hound, what up doe lil mama from the
D town girl I need your love its like fresh air kick it with a young
Prince like bel air just as long as you never do a farewell, they steal, but
They’ll never get to touch still, see you bad as hell and they know it
Fresh up outta the shower with that lotion, bend it over you
Might cause a commotion reminiscin how I’m swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the swag up on em with the fly red bottoms, me
And you make sense get them other boys pissed, cause they already got er,
cause I need that love, swear its something like a drug, come fucks with a thug from the bed to the tub

[Repeat Chorus]

[Ace Hood]
That’s right shawty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right on the
Water with the stars and the moonlight I
Deserve that love you the wife type
Make sense I’m a boss and you need that
Upgraded, hand bash, baby burkin
Credit cards going hard up in neimans
Like karon BI really mean it,
Ha that’s my sense of humour and
See I’m like really Tryna pursue you but
I know your last boyfriend was a loser and
Ain’t lying I’m just way more cooler Ha, imma
Fly young man take ya anywhere wanna I’m the
Guy can hoping for that chance I can give you my time
For your love in advance, and that’s all I demand so
Shawty watcha sayin, money ain’t a thang lil mama
You can trip to the land we ain’t even gotta plan, put
Ya feet in the sand and its back to the suite, no sleep in
The bed, straight freak in the sheets imma beast with
The D so D, damn

[Repeat Chorus]

[Ace Hood]
Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it)
Ya that ass looking perfect
Girl look at how you work it
You ain’t even have to pay for it
(I know it) Uh flying in that jeep truck
With the doors off, top off can you take yours?
Off Ha-ha I’m so crazy and that the reason why
You love me baby Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it) she already know
That I keep that shit Hunnit, fuck er with my shades
On call me stevie wonder put it so deep she can feel
It in her stomach dick so good I can tell it when she
Run it, eyes rolled back I can tell it when you cuming
Tongue game mean I can tell it when she love me

[Trey Songz]
Just Tryna get it right for the end of the night
Shots of the air just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a sag, tell me what’s you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love

ACE HOOD – Bedroom Music

Ok Bedroom
No panties on
You fuckin right
That’s what I like
Let me stroke your body, put you on top of that dresser mami
Tryna dig into your treasure
So deep you can never find me
Grey goose with a lil em trees
Lets have a pussy party
Let me get this party started
I know you oh so horny
I know you want me baby
I know you need me baby
I can tell you feenin crazy
By the way your body shakin
Tattoos all over your ass
Damn right that’s gutta lady
Ima put that ass to sleep
Cuz I got that tranquilizer
Your legs together
Please divide them
Its been decided
Let me inside it

Cant live without you
Now you know what I mean by that?
What you mean hood
You see them pretty lips
Seperate them from [?]
Play with that lil pussy
See I might use that you know that ice if um if necessary
Oh yeah
I cut my phone off so my homies couldn’t get to me

Ok
Round 2
Down you
Them back shots
I pound you
Now gonna throw that ass back
Ima give it to you so nasty
Smack smack
Back back
Damn that ass fat
Gutta
I came back
Still in motion
Our body heat
Is hella smokin
Let me put my tounge beween it
Na I’m jokin
But I really really was hopin
Wanna get into that ocean
Feelin like world war
My explosion
So open wide
No time for chokin
No time for chokin
Suck it right
No time for chokin
Ahhhhhh

Cant live without you
And I told her
Ima make you cum all night(yes)
And if you think I’m playin
I got on that barry white
See when I put this into you so deep(swear to god)
You gonna tell all your friend

Pussy money weed
That’s all we need
Your body and mine
Combined that’s all I feen
And I’m gettin into it
Tryna maneuver while your fluid drippin
I puts in work
Strictly business
I’m nasty ain’t it
I’m nasty ain’t it
Wait your pussy sayin

Cant live without you
That was amazing
I appreciate you for takin this journey with me
Cant nobody do it like mr. hood do it huh
Nice tour of your body (ya feel me)
I bet the neighbors know my name
I bet your bestfriends wonderin where you been
Call me when you wake up
Ill see you next time

ACE HOOD – Go N’ Get It (Remix)

Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I’m out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means…

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I’m tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and fuck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can’t stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I’ve been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in…

[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I’m out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing I’ll as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You’s a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting’s good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I’m fishing for grub
I’m in the water with the Great White, I’m whippin up
Don’t make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
Of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it’ll be a catastrophic little situation
And I’ll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I’m about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I’m ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I’m shootin’ muthafucka
Best believe I’m going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don’t speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
Fuck you think I’m gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain’t eat your food yet – you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus any king
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it’s beautiful
Ain’t freeze the watches, it’s 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where’s my cape? You ain’t gotta ask me where’s the flake
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthafucka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, just like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
Move that [?] just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You don’t want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like it’s robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside’s mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let’s keep it G
On some ref shit
We don’t trust each other, we don’t know each other’s address
I fuck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you’s an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don’t give a fuck, I hit your crib up with TNT

ACE HOOD – A Hustler’s Prayer

I rebuke the devil away from me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama
Live, Starvation

If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dog and I felt like this the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter, felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on my mind feel for the hand, I’m just gonna slow sip
Cuz I’m way to stressed and again I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see a man with no fear
Oh lord, oh lord this world is hell although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my vibe. Oh why? Oh why must I just keep on sinnin’?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake, now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s, getting life in prison
I’m tryna tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now

If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Woke up early in the morning, said I gotta get it
Loadin’ up my pistol, I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama, you just pray for me
Gotta make this money so my family forever eating
That Jesus piece around my neck keep the devil away from me
In an old school cut let’s keep that problem with me on the secret
Just hopin’ right but the man above before I go to sleepin’
In nothing lesser than a G, that’s how they bury me
Have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pull me out some liquor when you’re at the wake
And I’ll be good as long as I know my daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote, this has a hustler’s prayer

If I should die before I wait
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]