Give me some of that good ol' love Ohh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohh, put your hands together And show your love
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride It's the ride y'all, come on I know you wanna ride It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
paid It's Friday night I'm sittin' on chrome And I'm feelin' alright You can't I.N.C. me The Ace niguh, so be ghost like Amity Ville horror, till tomorrow
Say, turn it up, turn it up, say, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, say, turn it up Turn it up, say, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Turn
Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is Considering how long you've been in the game All the places you been and all the songs that you
here So there, you little punk sitting in your chair Soon you're gonna know the score kids, I swear (ain't you the masta? ) yep, I'm the masta (repeat
Yeah, it's a real sad story Show you just how unjust this world is Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack Jack .B. Nimble, Jack be quick There's a cop
Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash How many gangsta rappers are gonna last? Not one, they got done, I had fun Doin em and
through the lyrics that be catchin em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin em When they take a loss, take a loss to the master and
[...i think underground is Whatever, your mood or your feelings might be at the time So long as it's the truth... truth... truth...] Verse one: I could
bell is tolling I'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollen And doing the project dance from back in the days It's the Master, the Ace and
that's talkin' shit How the hell are we supposed to wage war Against the powers that be When we are still our own worst enemy? That's why I'm the Masta
m drunk, so what? ) I got the crazy drunken style Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger (give the man a taste, and he's gone) [ masta ace
on the sidewalk! And all we wanna do now Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase One two, one two This is Paula Perry
Verse One: Paula Perry, Masta Ase One two one two, check it I can't stay home Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone "Do you run?" No, like
y'all, clap your hands y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all Repeat Verse one: ase Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack It's the masta
Woman interviewing Ace: "Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is: Considering how long you've been in the game, all the places you been
[Masta Ace] I wish the president would stop lyin' Black babies stop cryin' And young brothers stop dyin' I wish the police would stop killin' Politicians
