Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Your Mind, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Love & Hate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Lost Your Mind |
Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late |
Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted |
Trees got roasted, and I got toasted |
The party gon' still get hosted, let’s go |
Grab somebody, stab somebody |
I’m just kiddin have a party, laugh with somebody |
We gon' break it down whether you like it or not |
I got a human beatbox goin block to block |
And we gon' kill that noise, chill dem boys |
Deal with them toys, good brother what’s crackin? |
Open up the candy store and give 'em a taste |
My name’s Ace, homey you about to get laced |
Man! |
Y’all people done lost y’all minds |
The thought never ran across y’all minds? |
Y’know the good shit’s hard to find (c'mon) |
Well this here’s gon' blow yo' motherfuckin brains out |
Well here we go, two-thousand fo' |
And my flow’s still tighter than what yours mighta been |
Shoulda took a vitamin, or a Vicadin |
Ace is on the mic again, door men invite 'em in |
This one’s on me, this party here’s free |
As long as you don’t make us, bumrush your energy |
It’s rum on the house, don’t get dumb in the house |
Cause who the fuck wanna have a gun in they mouth |
Life is painful but the party is packed tight |
Course some people don’t, know how to act right |
And for the people’s delight, I’m keepin it wrapped tight |
I’m keepin my sack tight — is that right? |
That’s right |
Now rockin this mic is natu-ral |
For me to come weak is not allowed |
Livin my life underneath the ground |
I control the sound, I hold it down |
My name is — Ace One, six foot one |
Don’t leave the studio until the mix get done |
I do it for kicks, I do it for fun |
I do it all night 'til the mornin sun |
See it ain’t no question of who is that |
It’s just the connections of me and my rap |
We just too good together baby it’s a natural fact |
That when I, touch the M.I., there ain’t no turnin back |
It’s like |
Now homey’s got a whole lot on my mind |
That’s cause I’m always, on the grind |
And if I ain’t on the mic then I’m on my own time |
Or I could be on one or I could be online |
But I’m not a web hog, I’m just a mic hog |
I’m fin' to set it off for, all my dawgs |
And for the people that believed in me, thanks a lot |
I owe it all to you, everythang I got |
I’m glad I could be here to open up shop |
And glad I made it past twenty-six without gettin shot |
I think I done found myself a spot |
Right between a hard place and a rock |
I bet you don’t think this is all that hot |
But you can shake the spot, whatchu got the game locked? |