respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times
all of the above Up in the club still poppin' the Cris' Still back it up whenever I talk shit Man, I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
allies, play on Stayin' up, high late at nights, stay strong Sittin' up lettin' all y'all know the deal This Firm shit is on for real Berakin' day, off this shit
't right, so I'ma fight all night My life, my life, my life This be the truest shit I ever said, feel me My dog, my ace, boy wanna take my place My nigga
mutt shit. Im on some red nose pit bite you the fuck up shit. im on some tie you up shit slice u the fuck up shit. you on some nut shit ridin on a nigga
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are
day, started to get real slick Called a couple of my friends with a few scenarios Felt like a dance with the devil, didn't like being happily Married no more had to go real
ll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a
the hoods East Coast, West Coast and World Wide Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right Keep the 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
it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours Ain't nothin' changed, niggaz doin' the same ol' shit
usually 'cause goes down over money and whores but lil homie in my hood when it rains it pours Verse 1: aint nothing change niggas doin the same ol shit
your face u nasty,real nasty this da type of shit that make u happy? she say she like it im like u do huh? 3 rounds but my shit is gettin too numb boy
[Intro] Ace Hood Street certified Let me tell you one thing Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy Keep your eyes and ears open,
never knew my real father Guess that's why I'm going harder than my role model Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter Now they paying Hood out
n*gga like dem planes, Swaggin in my new thing, 100k for my chain,20 more for my ring, I got them b*tches all on my dick, word around on that shit, we
to meet my monthly quota Dopest nigga around, minus all that baking soda Heavy roller, hear me motor, Giovanna floaters Sick and tired of being cried, now that shit