Lyrics:
We the best def jam
I introduce you to ace
Ace lets get money
Cash flow
It's too easy nigga (bankroll)
We don't count money no mo
We weight
I'm for real about this shit
This the remix (welcome to my hood)
Let's go (Where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood
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
ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow
nifo see me in a sixfo paints hang low cause da doe got me cripled
drop straight cash why you crabs in
Ace hood, rosay
We the fucking best, maybach
It's so incredible
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for
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
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
[Intro - Ace Hood]
Yeah
Yay, straight up like that there B homie
Free Weezy!
Yay, let's get to the money my nigga
Mister Hood
[Chorus] X2
Money
the cash for the electric bill
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless still
I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, catch the feel
You see, this paper
hustlers
Stretchin' meals she fed us with the cash
For the electric bill (woo)
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless still
I hit the hood just to
Chill, like
parking and
It's that gangsta instrumental original indo
For the hoes in sexy clothes
They nigga never touched the bank roll
Lemme get that
Drop that
living life with no excuses deliver my product
all my niggas from the hood where the murders is climbing
if you don't work, you don't eat fuck the lines
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Yea we popping a bottle of Ace
And screaming Cash Ave
We throwin our hood up
You know how we move in this place
Yea my style is too different
I skrt
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
bouncing, instrumentals on that boombap
Yeah, in the hood with my hood rats
My number one fans even when a nigga ski mask
Yeah, they spread my word like
Breakup the flow now they holla "he a beast",
From the city where there's killers and dealas and street beef,
And them crackers on the corner every
it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
all in your face and have your crew like who dat is Ace Hood
You didn't know that's Ace Hood ask around in every project they say his face good
Put
backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im
trying to have shit
I'm your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whatever for the cash, I'm with"
I don't have step, I
it slow
Let your heart explode, drop ya to the floor
I gets the dough, I hustle hard
Ace Hood ain't got shit on moi, green beans 80's fo' sure
They
just rhyming for the cash money
Keep the crowd rocking for about BG
New best believe that's C-O-D
Suckers like you don't make no dents
Cause it's all
backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga 'Whateve for the cash, im
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