Out Here Grindin' (feat. Rick Ross, Akon, Ace Hood, Plies, Lil Boosie & Trick Daddy) - DJ Khaled

DJ Khaled Cash Money, Young Money We The Best, Khaled I got you Welcome to my hood Where the hood at? (Huh) Where the hood at? (Uh-huh) YMCMB (Rozay) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop That's the sound of the police in my hood Audemar on my wrist, diamonds look like they glowin' 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowin' Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat them like jack boys, catch them slippin' then slay them Lord, forgive me for my sins That's my confessions, if they put me in this Benz I got possession of a federal offense I'm talkin' pressure in my criminal intent (Uh) So wear ya vests and I'm still gon' stunt like it ain't no tomorrow Fuck ya house note, nigga, blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Told you, We The Best forever, DJ Khaled handle that (Huh) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop That's the sound of the police in my hood I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Noriega I'm talkin' Noriega, nigga, the real Noriega If you ain't from the hood, bitch, then stop impersonatin' us And tell Congress when you see 'em, bitch, I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers? Some of 'em on house arrest, some of 'em on child support Some of 'em did they bid, the other half waitin' to go to court Mr. Landlord, we gon' bust your ass with that eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talkin' strip clubs, I'm talkin' liquor stores We throwin' money 'round here, but y'all can Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody (Yeah) And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood (Uh-huh) Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh (I got Mac in this bitch with me) Welcome to my hood (Scoob Doo in this bitch with me) They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop (I'm goin' in) That's the sound of the police in my hood Bitch, I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time flies, but mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23 Tell the warden kiss my ass, pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital, hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happened to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see no body like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewed up, check the thread count Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody (Uh) And if I got it, everybody got it, oh (Young Mula baby) Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh (YMCMB) Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch (Khaled I gotcha!) And everybody know this is the hot spot (Mama I got 'em) Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop I say fuck the police in my hood

Ace Hoooood! People said I wouldn't make it (make it) That I'd never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing) They can't tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion Coming up I use to watch TV Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma that's gon' be me She said son you gon' be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet That's how he captured my heart It's in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like [? ] asking how a nigga feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, it's unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal That's why I put my life in every song I kill Sing it girl That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion I had a job too niggas, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys smashed up Keep running to The Runners when it's time to make a (beat) I'm gunning at you suckas who ain't try'na feel this sh** [? ] blastin' out a niggas whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know I keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy niggas know that ain't slippin Know that I'm on the grind niggas know that ain't slippin' My faith is on the line so you know I ain't slippin' You trippin' and that's why That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing) They can't tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion (Let's break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It don't even matter say what you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say that'll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (I'm a keep going till I reach the top, and that's why) Definitely livin' the life I gravitated to the light I sacrIficed a decade Now it's times every night Let them suckas' spectate 'Cause shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely I invest that Break it down the best way 'Cause I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And I could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing) They can't tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (I'm a champion and that's why) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion People said I wouldn't make it (make it) That I'd never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here

Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo' N.W.A, I bet you ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire (boss) A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care When we handle our business, sorry, they were never there I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tuck A nigga, young and rich, who feel like can't be touched Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much Unless you get the dollars, still talking cash flow Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef I'm in a heli-chopper staring at the boat docks Good weather, good weather means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry on When I touch your city you should see how hoes, carry on Bitch, what's my name? Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it White squares that's equivalence of mo dough I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo I make it rain, hoe better wear your poncho To seek me on my TMO, I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though Wooh, you talking funny, would you fucking with the franchise? I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first start up Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my thought off It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you shit, nigga, garbage you's a rat Never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

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