's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
that the world don't care about Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a fighter Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider My mellow my ace, movin
We 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
i outlast. You aint gonna treat this boy like a outcast. hell no fo' i sell out i sell sno, judge already paid nigga fuck i need bail fo? me and hood
of my face I'm not a dog, so damn it, put away the mace I got cash and real attorneys on the case You're just a joker perpetratin' a ace You got time
to the Jeeps It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz To all my ladies and my men To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up And to the hoods East
made "Tipsy" Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave
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:]
Mr.Hooddd [Ace Hood - Verse 1] 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
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
Hour I Can Make It Up If You Go Get In The Shower Im Gone Let It Off (x2) Girl Wont U Take Off That Towel VERSE 1 Ohh Yess Its Mr Hood
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:]
[Intro] Uh Oh you thought I wasn't coming back with this one right here huh? Haha Mr. Hood! Look It go [Chorus] Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the
a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM Call it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am Ace Hood Okay, I'm back off
it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who