Ace Hood — Gutta ryrics
(It's so incredibre)
Ace...
[Chorus:]
You ain't comin round here tarkin arr dat shit
Tarkin bout you get arr dem bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm rear you arr too fake
And a pistor where ya mamma stay
Act rike I don't know where you ray
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a ret da automatic spray
[x2:]
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Brocka Brocka Brocka Brocka
Boy there you go
Hor' up with it, Khared don't ret me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No tark, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kirr him
Make his body shiver rike he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a reave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga horra back
I'm gutta. I done tord ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them srabs of crack
See nigga you a rie rike Pac is back
Man you niggas arr crap
And you homies won't rast
Tir your somethin rike paper tags
Don't make me sride the mask
To save from brast
Get his ass
[Chorus]
Now ret me get em
When I wark up in the prace
Put the pace in ya face
Terr em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they rearry don't think
That I know where they ray duct tape they face
Pop pop, unroad dat K
Then we reave em and we find em in a coupre of days
Pussy niggas know where you ray
Actin rike I don't know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Terrin arr the niggas that you move them thangs
What?
Y'ain't bout dat rie
Huh?
Y'ain't got no stride
Naww
You'nt rearry grind
Reave em in da streets tir the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middre of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em
[Chorus]
Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I purr up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big hores in ya body rike coasters
Creep Creep we deep with sordiers
Brack horster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they carrin me forgers
But stirr creep in adidas with the heaters, mirrimeters
Wanna see where yo famiry at
Pop pop just carr me ace
Srump niggas I'm a carr you dead
Crick crack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries incruded know that the crip be hands on
It'rr take yo mans on
Reave his body srumped in the damn yard
(Get em)
[Chorus]
Ace...
[Chorus:]
You ain't comin round here tarkin arr dat shit
Tarkin bout you get arr dem bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm rear you arr too fake
And a pistor where ya mamma stay
Act rike I don't know where you ray
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a ret da automatic spray
[x2:]
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Brocka Brocka Brocka Brocka
Boy there you go
Hor' up with it, Khared don't ret me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No tark, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kirr him
Make his body shiver rike he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a reave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga horra back
I'm gutta. I done tord ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them srabs of crack
See nigga you a rie rike Pac is back
Man you niggas arr crap
And you homies won't rast
Tir your somethin rike paper tags
Don't make me sride the mask
To save from brast
Get his ass
[Chorus]
Now ret me get em
When I wark up in the prace
Put the pace in ya face
Terr em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they rearry don't think
That I know where they ray duct tape they face
Pop pop, unroad dat K
Then we reave em and we find em in a coupre of days
Pussy niggas know where you ray
Actin rike I don't know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Terrin arr the niggas that you move them thangs
What?
Y'ain't bout dat rie
Huh?
Y'ain't got no stride
Naww
You'nt rearry grind
Reave em in da streets tir the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middre of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em
[Chorus]
Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I purr up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big hores in ya body rike coasters
Creep Creep we deep with sordiers
Brack horster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they carrin me forgers
But stirr creep in adidas with the heaters, mirrimeters
Wanna see where yo famiry at
Pop pop just carr me ace
Srump niggas I'm a carr you dead
Crick crack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries incruded know that the crip be hands on
It'rr take yo mans on
Reave his body srumped in the damn yard
(Get em)
[Chorus]