Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr Hood, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Body Bag, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.10.2011
Record label: Trap starz
Song language: English
Mr Hood |
Now I dun been so talked about and laughed at, |
Doubted by my family, |
Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs, |
Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac' |
This is where it started at, way before that We The Best, |
I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks, |
Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at, |
I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow, |
I was thinkin' bigger shit, they just want some 24′s, |
Me I’m dreaming millionaire, I don’t think they hear me though, |
Slidin' with my brother them, what you think that rental fo' |
Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth, |
Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt, |
Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them |
Couple months I’m outta here broward county pioneer, |
Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships, |
Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him, |
And I play the game how I’m ‘posed to got my name all on |
Them posters I ain’t boastin I’m jus' stating facts, |
And I’m taking over fuck you loners, |
Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat |
I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord, |
All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs, |
Flow is super sick, I’m talkin herpey sores |
Biggest shit in years, I’m talkin jersey shores, |
ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same, |
Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name, |
That’s why I hustle like I’m ten of yall, |
And they don’t believe me check my protocal |
I’m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames |
I jus' hope you get the picture |
Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain, |
None you niggas pose a threat, y’all ain’t in my target, |
Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan, |
Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet, |
Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution, |
They don’t want it with the kid, gladly get abortion, |
See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion, |
Think I’m really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ, |
Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I’m talkin oregon, |
Ride the beat no choruses, like I’m in some foreign shit, |
Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this, |
Ballin like I’m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship, |
This is where I’m at today, you should come and follow him, |
I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship, |
Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship, |
3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don’t see the rest, |
I don’t care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat, |
Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get, |
Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get, |
Man you niggas never pose a threat. |