Aceyalone - Lost Your Mind lyrics
[Aceyalone - Lost Your Mind lyrics]
Out the gate, 4: 20 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, 2004
And my flow's still tighter than
What yours mighta been
Shoulda took a vitamin, or a Vicodin
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 MI
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?
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, 2004
And my flow's still tighter than
What yours mighta been
Shoulda took a vitamin, or a Vicodin
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 MI
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?