Lyrics Face Good - Ace Hood feat. Flo Rida

Yeah! Gudda
See what you have is that movement my nigga
It's Flo Rida!
Ace Hood homie!

My face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!
My face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!
From the streets to the block to the trap to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!

Chea!
Ain't 1988 momma birthed a fuckin' G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessey to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my deepest sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bump them teachers that be preachin' serve and workin' trees
Had a Visa card hella stacked and only 17
My face is good in the hood I was servin' fiends
A real nigga they salute you when you gettin' green
The youngest niggas on the block totin' 17
Them ARs that's tucked inside of my denim jeans
So show your pass or get stretched like a flatscreen
I'm certified and born to ride I am the streets

My face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!
From the streets to the block to the trap to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!

Chea!
I'm in that butter pink and beamer creepin' through the hood
Gotta keep it gutta motherfuckers knew a nigga would
But I have a pass courtesy of me and face good
To hit the streets of the city block in my damn hood
Where niggas take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood
Better state your presence when you steppin' through a man's hood
Cause you get caught up with them choppers leave you dead homes
Cause even jiddy boy's goons got a dead zone
Red zone fake face then your head gone
I'm from the city niggas dyce to pay a cell phone
It ain't right that's life get your bang on

My face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!
From the streets to the block to the trap to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!

Chea! Hey hey!
And I was the lowkey nigga posted by the front door
Young dreadlocked niggas rockin' the Dickies and the torch
Got a house arrest been forced to keep me on the porch
But look I don't give a fuck cause these crackers show no remorse
Tryin' to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the sauce
Asking me where I got the weed from, did I serve a fiend some
Tryin' to put my finger printin' all on a clean gun
A real nigga never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be rich but the streets made this
And since a jitta nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitchin' on a bitch so the Feds know shit
Paid my dues to the real I was good with the bricks

My face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!
From the streets to the block to the trap to the hood
Ain't never got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good, hey!