Mister Hood [Chorus] Real nigga shit, fuck niggas Truth be told, I don't fuck with them Money my concern Hating is a germ Say she never did, well she
rugged [Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)] Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real
Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick Talkin' that crazy old weak assed shit
6 ya heard me? mtv they gonna play my hits ya heard me? even though i'm real ghetto and shit ya heard me? i got a g niggas shoot that ace ya heard me
P:] I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right
Ghost Hoodie Season Somebody gotta hold it down, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing
straight to you All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real I don't need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels I roll right up in the hood, I got
' on handlebars of beach cruisers & cahoots with fools & tell 'em ?? until that ace deuces Who get's the loosest? Shockin' niggas like Ruthless No con, the ghetto icon my shit
mainstream And make it big b-b-big b-b-baby So maybe the eighties made me crazy I've been tryin' to get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady Gave me
shit, talk that shit) 'Cause ain't nobody gon' do Nothin' about it anyway, a-ha ha (Talk that shit, talk that shit) (Jada talk that shit, oh) You could
that shit is fugasey You think that you're hotter than the kid youre mistaken real n you nigga's really really good at faken So trill I'ma keep it real
Island, me and Khaled on the wood nigga You understand? Shining like I know we should Birdman, YMCMB, you know we good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood
game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house Straight up, really doe Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real
your clutch, you're smokin' that shit too much Got your bitch ass touched Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts And B-Real sounding like he got baby
[Intro - Ace Hood] Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag
I, chase this paper You ain't got to wait for me to bring it back home to you Because I ride, or die, girl we going to be good [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Baby
