Postin' High

[ VERSE 1 ] Here we go, we're on the late night tip Master Ace with a tight grip Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud People, they gather to hear a rather proud Brother, originator of the Third Power Action the posse grows just like a flower Check it out, here's the scene The nightclub, you know what I mean The dancefloor - nuff heads Gucci girls, a few tuff dreds Homeboys dipped in silky Leatherseats in the Benzes often milky Cuban link, a lotta Mo