Ace in the Hole 3rd Bass (Ft. KMD)
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Ace in the Hole" by 3rd Bass (Ft. KMD). Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Verse 1: Pete Nice, MC Serch]
Ace is the place with the helpful hardware
Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare
Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite
Take all that hate, why don't you try flipping it?
I never went out out drinking Pepsi sips
And never laced up my boots in fruity bits
I ain't British so my fetish ain't knighthood
Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood
[Verse 2: MC Serch]
Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete
High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak
Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity
And I would never steal a chant from a Black Greek fraternity
[Bridge]
Elvis Elvis baby, too bold, too bold
Ice Ice baby, no soul, no soul
[Verse 3: Pete Nice, MC Serch]
Last year we gassed ya up
Now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem
While last year, record shows stopped for a racist
Counting cards and blackjacks, throwing aces
Places I've seen and I've seen all types of grills
It's the K.M.D., 3-R-D fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're spraying
My ace is in the hole
So whatcha playin?
Ace is the place with the helpful hardware
Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare
Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite
Take all that hate, why don't you try flipping it?
I never went out out drinking Pepsi sips
And never laced up my boots in fruity bits
I ain't British so my fetish ain't knighthood
Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood
[Verse 2: MC Serch]
Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete
High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak
Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity
And I would never steal a chant from a Black Greek fraternity
[Bridge]
Elvis Elvis baby, too bold, too bold
Ice Ice baby, no soul, no soul
[Verse 3: Pete Nice, MC Serch]
Last year we gassed ya up
Now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem
While last year, record shows stopped for a racist
Counting cards and blackjacks, throwing aces
Places I've seen and I've seen all types of grills
It's the K.M.D., 3-R-D fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're spraying
My ace is in the hole
So whatcha playin?
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!