Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: PacewonНазвание : World ReknownДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap underground hip-hop hiphop hip hop Видео:
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This is W-O-U-T, with a quick caller question Caller, can you name a quick three countries Can your friends? Depends? Yo! It`s the Pacewon-er, more hot than late summer Eighth wonder of the bass drum Who can touch your melon you can tell `em PACEWON! You only do what Pace says Bottle up the product and serve it to the bassheads I keep it corporate, ain`t with that talk shit Won made to bust like the guns the cops walk with Hold a four-fifth, all kids vacate Testy to press me like a can of spray paint Cause by the time a policeman appears They`ll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like chandaliers Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5 in your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot Now he can see light - now who his girl gettin high with? Nowadays I`m humble, strictly on some shy shit Usin my ears, keepin my affairs private Livin that life of a righteous rap giant Pack the black iron that roar like Mad Lion Stingy, Ebenezer, never freeze up Forever be the rapper that drunk that one that black out like a seizure - burnin hot with fever Right lung failin, from inhalin cheeba World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned In my hood it`s people fiendin, screamin like the opera Cuz was up early, drinkin dirty aqua Never put they glock up, restless like the young kids 40`s, they tongue-kiss, like who can get the drunkest? Wear the right gear like them Nike Air strap-ons MC`s write rap songs, hoochies wear platforms It`s all G Broad Street down to Stuyvesant Niggaz got talent, move like Allen Iverson Rappers by the number, Redman, Artifacts Lords of the Under - sprint to get a glimpse Bet the fireproof lighter troop make yo` eyes swell Word to my _Fu-Gee-La_ and my nigga Praswell Pacewon flips, I piss on niggaz like the urinals You keep on blurrin those WACK-ASS RHYMES I break code and make access, grab my gun attack feds with somethin that the rap heads can`t pass by World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned Yo, mommy never knew I`d grow up to be a thug or be best friends with the neighborhood drug lord Ironic lifestyle - who woulda thought that tomboy you used to diss - got to be your wife now? Sex in cars, money like the lotto Brother try to foul me, Audi, cuatro Crews fake bullshit and act stupid I`m lootin, usin my third eye like a mutant Rollin with the big men, ign`ant men fly Mistaken motherfuckers, thought they had it locked and along comes the Pacer - with ecstasy! Got juice like a warden that can set you free Chronicles of "Won", Pace the rhyme felon Watch for my album.. World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned | Похожие исполнители:
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