letra de i know – ace hood

i know

[hook: x2]
ok i may know me some killas
b*tch i may know me some goons
i keep them people ’round ‘case them n*gg*s actin’ fool
betta know i keeps it real, and plus my mother f*ckin tool
just know my b*tch is bad, and so is her att*tude

[verse 1:]
ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
hit the city with a bad lil’ freak ho
hop up outta the beamer that’s on low pros
two fours, suicide on the back do’
ridin ’round, eagle on my lap yo
pop off, shots to ya elbow
more sh*lls, comin through your window
all black, semis slide in the renzo
get money, about cash, i’m a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like kimbo
drop top, that’s only when the wind blow
see a n*gg* low pro, double m logo
hold up, and i’m with a bad b*tch
she thick, nothin like ya average
my p*ssy, make her call a n*gg* daddy
the b*tch so s*ssy, she d*mn near had me
but i ain’t trippin, cause the swag on pluto
fly n*gg* he wouldn’t know what to do though
call me, papi chulo
polo when i’m ridin in the culo
god d*mn, i’m way too gutta
keep a toast, and i’m bout my b*tta
shoot a n*gg*, that’s on my motha
don’t believe, just ask my brotha

[hook: x2]
b*tch i may know me some killas
b*tch i may know me some goons
i keep them people ’round ‘case them n*gg*s actin’ fool
betta know i keeps it real, and plus my mother f*ckin tool
just know my b*tch is bad, and so is her att*tude

[verse 2:]
ok i, bounce onto this beat like pogo
know my t-shirt and boxers polo
love me a little coco loso
b*tch ain’t f*ckin, that’s a mother f*ckin no no
hate when they say they ain’t no groupie
trick you choose, and they already know so
couple hours in the cadillac fo-do
gettin some head, suck it so slow
hot d*mn, sippin on a little rose-mo
red bone, graduated out of flo-mo
got a job and she wanna get paid mo
add her to the pay roll, do as i say so
six figure n*gg* 20 with the rate go
keep killas if you wonder what the k fo
blat blat, couple shots to ya kangol
yessir when it’s about that dinero
hit the block in the mother f*ckin lambo
double g sandals, tank top camo
good lawd, man the n*gg* be swaggin
just imagine the penthouse pattern
pockets stay full of that cabbage
neck and wrist stay full of them karats
some sh*t you can’t inherit
me and money eloped, we married

[hook: x2]
ok i may know me some killas
b*tch i may know me some goons
i keep them people ’round ‘case them n*gg*s actin’ fool
betta know i keeps it real, and plus my mother f*ckin tool
just know my b*tch is bad, and so is her att*tude

- letras de ace hood