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Pacewon - Sunroof Top lyrics
[Pacewon] Ahhh.. yes.. one life.. and what a life it is The new millenium.. everything's beautiful everything's bright -- EXCEPT in the underground Hu-hu-huh, yo, yo, yo, EXCEPT in the underground Anti-theft devices.. stolen cars.. mad drugs Chancellor Avenue!(Yo yo yo YO!Pace!Whattup nigga?) (Yo yo yo!) HUH! Sunroof top, built-in stash spot Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOH Uh, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAH Yea-yea-yea, yo-yo-yo, UH! Some do clock like neighborhood watch Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOH Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah And it go like this I don't be battlin average men, I rip your establishment Semi check they're after us - 260 Madison Avenue, New York, New York My crew walk through y'all like MOVE IT, MOVE IT Don't make me holla holla that your raps need improvement Your best track get left back like stupid students! And while I show you new kids how to do this let me break down how I be movin units, yo I talk about stealin you and how your label beatin you Exploit the weakness that I see in you Crack on your Mom Duke and talk about your vehicle Big time FAG, not doin what you need to do, YO I'm the unbeatable, non-stop eager to step up to the plate nigga like a major leaguer do See jail, get a R.O.R. Come back home like a hardcore star! Take over the streets, move that cardboard car Doin two hour shows, no encores y'all! Gat blow, rap pro, style is supernatural Have hoes packed 'til they can't move 'em back - YO! Who been imitatin?Who wanna be like me? Rap all day, fuck all night WE.. .. are the debonnaire, never scared Push it 160, mad tipsy off of Everclear Got guns and Knicks like Marcus Camby I hide 'em in the darkest alley If a snitch drop dime on my crimes I'ma have to park at Rally Run up and spark his family; sing the hook! Sunroof top, built-in stash spot Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOH Yeah, yeah, huh, yo Yo-yo-yo-yo-YO, uh! Some do clock like neighborhood watch Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOH Huh, yeah yeah yeah I'm the man at the show that the women come see Strippers say, "Fuck it - we all fuck free!" Mr. Intangible, can't touch me Roll up on you hungry, only one deep Slug three fools in the leg and the tummy Y'all can't take nuttin from me, DUNNY Silly-ass niggaz like Cole on "Martin" I go to jail, either get paroled or get pardoned See who the snitch get the fifth then I spark him Next time you see him, he on a milk carton Listen, how we Detroit like the Pistons BURIED SIX FEET SOMEWHERE I raise my glass in the air, drink about five beers Come up with all these ideas, TO SPARK IT Open up a market, rentin out apartments Give it to a nigga when he act like he want it Any situation, my crew down to solve it Nine to sixteen ex-convicts Better save comments for bullshit crews that need polish This one here got the phonics, bitch! Sunroof top, built-in stash spot Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOH Yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAH Y'all can't fuck with Da Bricks, UHH! Some do clock like neighborhood watch Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOH Yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAH Pace.. WON! |
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