Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2-12-12 (Thoughts), artist - Ace Hood. Album song Starvation 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.11.2014
Record label: New Life
Song language: English
2-12-12 (Thoughts) |
| 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 |