Background singers Acey
Fi-yah! Fah fi-fi-fi
Fa-fiii-yah, fa-fa-fi-yahhhhh Love life let it love you back
Acey talking as background repeats
Yeah, whats really goin on?
Yeah, Aceyalone
Ha, yeah love life let it love you back
Cmon
Aceyalone
Yo theres somethin wrong with my radio dial
Some of these fools just aint got style
I dont know why and I dont know how
But I do know a dude low and you so foul
Lets do the thing most people do with it
Who could it be but the one that done did it
I come with it, yeah rain or shine
I lit it up I hit it up I came to grind
And the game aint mine but it will be when Im done
Right now I like to kill MCs for fun
Let your momma know, shell feel me like a son
And when Im dead and gone Ill still be 1
I got heat like underneath your seat like
Stoppin at the street light, but I aint the beef type
I got the herb though, when its green and crystal-ly
I smoke a joint and hit the mic the rest is history
Aceyalone, but you can call me Acey
Im a real O.G. like Count Basie
Hook up the recipe so nice and tasty
When Im done they screamin out Aceyalone, lace me
Im outspoken, Im not about jokin
Im from California but Im not from Oakland
But they my folks now, fool Im from SoCal
Put it down like a champion on vocals
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Acey over background
Yeah! We always rockin
Its always tight around here
Yeah! Look
Aceyalone
Pull everybody in this bitch close the doors up
Mines up, yours up, get your bars up
Hold up, freeze up, Gs and hearts up
Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust
Didnt you notice by my swagger I was an ar-tist
I came here to party out with you and your partners
Square as a dollar bill, twice as harder
Before I start up, I put my guard up
My timeshares open to whoever can use it
My music make more love than you did
My new shit rock, RJ produced it
New kid on the block, nah Im used to it
Slide through, ride through, technicolor my
Technique spit heat like no other Im
Low key, high signed yet discovered
Lone wolf, sho nuff, like no other I
Come through, one-two, thats all it takes for me
Old school, new school, servin em basically
All in the future so just dont wait for me
World class champion forever and faithfully
Lifestyle freestyle tryin to get past it though
Hold mine, goldmine, keepin it classical
How we rock it just so cunnin and masterful
And thats that flow that the people was askin fo
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Acey over background
Yeah man, I mean
I try to tell em from the gate man
We just spreadin this out, we gon give it
We gon give life a good ol shot, yeah umm
Im shootin for mines, Im puttin everything in a pot
Yeah, huh, bet that, bet that
Aceyalone
Project Blowed, Im ? Parks finest
Billy Higgins, the world stage, Dynasty and rhymers
Im like primer, underneath your fresh paint
Dont you ever think to let you try to say the West aint
Whattup ?, Mikah 9, Medusa
2Mex, PEACE, Ave, Driver and Jupiter
Ben Caldwell, aw hell, the whole hood
Big Pun, no name, up to no good
Ellay Khule, T-Dac, Missing Page
Party aint over til I disengage
But shut your mouth up you always barkin
Whatchu gonna do when your world get darkened
Pull up on the side of you right where youre parkin
Light flash in front of you and life start sparkin
Hold me down and Ill hold you up
Im hot ice, cold in the cut, nigga what
I take flight, soarin to higher heights
Im so tight that God bless everything I write
Plus I stick to your ribs at night
Im like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
I said – I take flight, soarin to higher heights
Im so tight that God bless everything I write
Plus I stick to your ribs at night
Im like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
Cmon!
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Acey over background
Yeah, respect to all my fallen soldiers
That had to leave this lifetime early
Big up to my homies thats already here
Big up to my my my homies, my family
My peoples, my uncles, my aunties
My cousins, my two sisters my brother
My mother and father, one love to everybody
You know, do good, do good on yo – on yo journey
Im tryin to do good on mine, Im holdin it down Acey speech fades