Letra Mister hood Ace Hood

Mister hood

Ooh, Mister Hood with that walk, so smooth
Ain't another who can spit game like you
Haha, hello
In those streets, you got that style
It's me, haha
Brand-new drop-top (Yeah)
And a million dollar smile (Uh)

I'm arrivin' at the bank, they recognize me by my face
Know I'm good in fifty states, I'm a legend 'round my way
A disciple when you pray, you a peasant when you hate
Do the work and keep the faith, I stay aligned in namaste
But these niggas poppin' fly like I won't climb from out that space
I always played the humble role and they gon' bite the bait
I'm ruthless when it's war if I feel some type of way
Them Zoes get on your ass, they just one call away
I'm dripped in diamonds chains, these Diors ain't got a stain
From the Maybach to the plane, I'm countin' Euros out in Spain
Went Saint Laurent the frames, my bitch covered in Vera Wang
With a two-tone Rollie plane, I made my millions spittin' pain
In the trenches, givin' game, no obsession for no fame
No emotions for no lame, I stood on ten against the grain
Life insurance on my name, trustfunds for my kids
Niggas talkin' how they would've couldn't did it how I did, huh

Ooh, Mister Hood with that walk, so smooth
It gotta be in you, not on you, mane (Uh-huh)
You know the man, don't try to be the man (Ain't another who can spit game like you)
You dig? Fix myself
In those streets, you got that style (Yes, sir)
Brand-new drop-top and a million dollar smile (Uh, yeah)

New deposits in my safe, mini mansion in the A
Some of my homies call me Ace, but Mister Hood got different taste
Triple seven's on my plates, I want the brussels with my steak
Cut the grass and see the snakes, don't put no candles on my cake
Get the money, keep the faith, trick the blind and lead the stray
Niggas terrible as a person, think that money make them great
Niggas lied, it's only God that kept his word until this day
From a youth of shootin' crates, to playin' ball on my estates
How it feel to lose your dog, when you finally got to ball?
When you finally got the call? When you finally got it all?
That trauma turned to pain, I had to heal, so we evolve
Are you talkin', Mister Hood? I'ma pop it like I should
When the real ones come outside, we keep imposters in for good
Ever since I got married, they been poppin' out the woods
I put that on my hood, I put that on my dogs
'Til the day I get that call, I only vouch to give my all, nigga

Ooh, Mister Hood with that walk, so smooth
Ain't another who can spit game like you
In those streets, you got that style
Brand-new drop-top and a million dollar smile (Yeah)
Mister, Mister Hood