| RIP Whitney Houston
|
| God bless her soul
|
| I’m just vibin' dog
|
| But for you haters
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| I swear to god
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| Andi, Kiko, Renegades
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| Money talks so what’s your conversation?
|
| Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated
|
| Being broke ain’t a joke, that feeling is devastating
|
| Night met ‘er so that force never stated
|
| Calculating every dollar bill
|
| Reminiscin', they missin' like someone not a mill
|
| Still trippin', this life I’m livin' the dream still
|
| Look at my niggas loyalty’s mad real
|
| That’s cuz we got this from the bottom up
|
| Number slidin' in my homie momma truck
|
| We did what we had to do, we ain’t give a fuck
|
| Now we the niggas winnin' dog, wuddup?
|
| Ain’t it funny how the time fly?
|
| Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
|
| Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi
|
| It’s fuck you to the niggas who sad my carrier died
|
| Shit, I’m livin' quite well
|
| On the beach I’m sippin' wine and cracking laughter tales
|
| With a Spanish mommy give me, I pursue the tails
|
| Ask me do I like it, poppy I’m like hell yea
|
| We da best the fuckin' logo
|
| Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos
|
| Own a couple cars but I need one more though
|
| Felt I’m coming soon, real nigga yellow
|
| True, I’m just rappin' dog aye
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| I tell ‘em: nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie
|
| But I tell ‘er: nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| Swear to god (nothing's gonna stop me)
|
| Starvation
|
| In the studio, watching the Grammy’s homie
|
| Pray today they nominate the one and only
|
| Probly cry some tears at the ceremony
|
| Only lord knows when they ready for me
|
| Inspiration runnin' through my blood
|
| Motivated from the fact I made through the mud
|
| Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz
|
| All over somethin' that I’m winnin' ain’t gon show me love
|
| In the street label me underrated
|
| Story for respect my only ultimatum
|
| They ask me who that’s why you goin' hard
|
| Cuz I just want my mama off that boulevard
|
| I come from a city where there ain’t many stars
|
| And given no pity promised them prison bars
|
| Teachers said I won’t amount a shit
|
| Graduated high-school, college never in it
|
| Still I manage through seven figures with common sense
|
| And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit
|
| Fuck it right I never stop
|
| Found a way to motivate the niggas' block
|
| Whitney Houston died yesterday
|
| God bless ‘er, hope she end up at them heavy gates
|
| Watching the Grammy’s just as they dedicate
|
| In the mean time, let’s let this marinate
|
| Yea, I’m just vibin' dog
|
| Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me)
|
| Ain’t nothin' gonna stop me man
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| I write poetry via Martin
|
| Justice will be served my brother
|
| But guess what
|
| Nothing’s gonna stop me
|
| Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me)
|
| God bless
|
| Hood |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2-12-12 , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Starvation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп