Songtexte Mister Hood - Ace Hood
Ooh,
Mister
Hood
with
that
walk,
so
smooth
Ain't
another
who
can
spit
game
like
you
(hello)
In
those
streets,
you
got
that
style
(it's
me)
Brand-new
drop-top
(yeah)
And
a
million
dollar
smile
(uh)
I'm
arrivin'
at
the
bank,
they
recognize
me
by
my
face
Know
I'm
good
in
50
states,
I'm
a
legend
'round
my
way
A
disciple
when
you
pray,
you
a
peasant
when
you
hate
Do
the
work
and
keep
the
faith,
I
stay
aligned
in
namaste
But
these
niggas
poppin'
fly,
like
I
won't
climb
from
out
that
space
I
always
played
the
humble
role,
and
they
gon'
bite
the
bait
I'm
ruthless
when
it's
war
if
I
feel
some
type
of
way
Them
zoes
get
on
your
ass,
they
just
one
call
away
I'm
dripped
in
diamonds
chains,
these
Diors
ain't
got
a
stain
From
the
Maybach
to
the
plane,
I'm
countin'
euros
out
in
Spain
Went
Saint
Laurent
the
frames,
my
bitch
covered
in
Vera
Wang
With
a
two-tone
Rollie
plane,
I
made
my
millions
spittin'
pain
In
the
trenches,
givin'
game,
no
obsession
for
no
fame
No
emotions
for
no
lame,
I
stood
on
ten
against
the
grain
Life
insurance
on
my
name,
trust
funds
for
my
kids
Niggas
talkin'
how
they
would've
couldn't
did
it
how
I
did,
huh
Ooh,
Mister
hood
with
that
walk,
so
smooth
(it
gotta
be
in
you,
not
on
you,
mane)
(uh-huh)
Ain't
another
who
can
spit
game
like
you
(you
know
the
man,
don't
try
to
be
the
man)
You
dig?
Fix
myself
In
those
streets,
you
got
that
style
(yes,
sir)
Brand-new
drop-top
and
a
million
dollar
smile
(uh),
yeah
New
deposits
in
my
safe,
mini
mansion
in
the
a
Some
of
my
homies
call
me
Ace,
but
Mister
Hood
got
different
taste
Triple
seven's
on
my
plates,
I
want
the
Brussels
with
my
steak
Cut
the
grass
and
see
the
snakes,
don't
put
no
candles
on
my
cake
Get
the
money,
keep
the
faith,
trick
the
blind
and
lead
the
stray
Niggas
terrible
as
a
person,
think
that
money
make
them
great
Niggas
lied,
it's
only
God
that
kept
his
word
until
this
day
From
a
youth
of
shootin'
crates,
to
playin'
ball
on
my
estates
How
it
feel
to
lose
your
dog,
when
you
finally
got
to
ball?
When
you
finally
got
the
call?
When
you
finally
got
it
all?
That
trauma
turned
to
pain,
I
had
to
heal,
so
we
evolve
Are
you
talkin',
Mister
Hood?
I'ma
pop
It
like
I
should
When
the
real
ones
come
outside,
we
keep
imposters
in
for
good
Ever
since
I
got
married,
they
been
poppin'
out
the
woods
I
put
that
on
my
hood,
I
put
that
on
my
dogs
'Til
the
day
I
get
that
call,
I
only
vouch
to
give
my
all,
nigga
Ooh,
Mister
Hood
with
that
walk,
so
smooth
Ain't
another
who
can
spit
game
like
you
In
those
streets,
you
got
that
style
Brand-new
drop-top
and
a
million
dollar
smile,
yeah
Mister,
Mister
Hood
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