Ride For My City Lyrics - Ace Hood

[Chorus - Ace Hood] 

I'ma ride for my city, grind for my city 

Dare you to fuck with me, the 9 resides with me 

Ayo! 

I'm so 9 to 5 4, the heart of my city, the core of Broward 

Aye where we at?! 

Aye Lauderdale! 

Aye where we at?! 

Aye Pompano! 

Aye where we at?! 

Aye Deerfield the crib is my home 

Aye where we at?! 

Aye Lauderdale! 

Aye where we at?! 

Aye Pompano! 

Aye where we at?! 

Aye Deerfield is real and I know! 

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Goon city! 

[Verse 1 - Broward County All-Stars] 

I got a .9 in this '54 

That means I got a license partner if you didn't know 

It's a drought, oh you didn't know? 

So he lying if he say he get it for the low 

I make them other counties mad 

When I drive fast in my Broward County tags 

Brown money bag looking down on that ass 

I got that Broward County swag 

Kiss my Broward County ass 

I represent that Broward shit daily 

Dope like a spoon in the '80s 

Bricks in the dashboard, all black Mercedes 

Strapped like a baby in car seats 

Three eighty on the car seat 

Riding down Sunrise, work in the RV 

Headed to the East where them zoes got that fungi 

Fuck around let them choppers sing call it R 'n' beef 

Broward County at the heart of me 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Broward County All-Stars] 

I do this shit for Broward so I'm speaking to the ra 

I'm the hottest thing smoking, everything I spit is fire 

My hood like my chain because I love it with a passion 

The way I'm in the game you can call me Jerry Magnum 

Hip-hop was dead so I took it out the casket 

Thanks to Lauderdale now my money like Alaska 

I spit it like Khaled, Lauderdale we the best 

A.M.P. I'm the reason Broward County got respect 

Pompano I represent the tiv 

J Stylez, all about the Benjamins 

A young stunner, hustle like none other 

I produce 'cash flow', call me a Runner 

Have you heard of me? 

Nigga probably not 

Because I been in the kitchen trying to get this work the lot 

There's three grinders, smoking weed, and selling rocks 

And I'ma rep Broward County till I'm in a box 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Broward County All-Stars & Ace Hood] 

Black flag swag, black Chevrolet 

The whole county love me 

Even those who ain't met me yet 

Holler at me (incomprehensible) that's right I'll except a check 

Bitch I am from Pompano, you'll never disrespect my 'jects 

The .5 with me, and I will kill 

Fuck with the goons from Hollywood up to Deerfield 

A lot dead homie, Lauderdale live will, murder caps since '99 

The pussies boy I'm still here 

[Ace Hood] 

I'm the king it is Broward County savior 

Pot of brown on that crown, call that macadamia 

Fuck around, chopper down, you are miscellaneous 

Not a sound, blocker blow, trash bag pay me up 

Walk into my stadium it's Broward County mania 

Name me one, anybody hotter than this alien 

If you buy uranium, fuck a hater bury him 

Hottest nigga born, soak it in your cranium! 

[Chorus]