Lyrics:
Ace Hood Real Shit

Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick Talkin' that crazy old weak assed shit

P:] I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right

straight to you All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real I don't need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels I roll right up in the hood, I got

' on handlebars of beach cruisers & cahoots with fools & tell 'em ?? until that ace deuces Who get's the loosest? Shockin' niggas like Ruthless No con, the ghetto icon my shit

shit, talk that shit) 'Cause ain't nobody gon' do Nothin' about it anyway, a-ha ha (Talk that shit, talk that shit) (Jada talk that shit, oh) You could

Island, me and Khaled on the wood nigga You understand? Shining like I know we should Birdman, YMCMB, you know we good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood

stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house Straight up, really doe Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real

[Intro - Ace Hood] Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag

[Chorus] You ain't coming around here talking all that shit Talking about look at all them bricks I'ma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you