Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Won On Won, artist - Cocoa Brovaz.
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Won On Won |
Smoky Lye, me got flav |
Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B’s |
Who wanna look like, wanna act like us |
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us |
Wanna talk like wanna walk like us |
Wanna flip like get ripped like us |
Wanna act like know you’re black like us |
Wanna flip like kick shit like us |
Wanna bust like you ain’t rough like us |
Tek and Steele, Won on Won, Smoky Guns, what? |
Ding! |
That’s the sound of the bell |
«Oh shit!» |
is all you heard before you fell |
To the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers |
And pants get, try to challenge get damaged |
Plain and simple, with bandages around your temple |
Easily erased out the picture like pencil |
Peeped me once, saw me again got your pistol |
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple |
Son hold my A.V. |
let me rock this no-body |
Comin out the closet tryin to stop my money? |
Actin' like it’s sweet 'cause he ain’t see me in the streets |
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet |
You called me I was there on some Candyman shit |
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch |
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw |
Walk away, parley in front of Achmed’s store |
We don’t give a WHAT about you, tell them niggas who sent you |
Let 'em come, have 'em all open wide like dentals |
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you |
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to |
Nigga I’d wish you’d, talk about runnin' for guns |
Get your Bankhead Bounce like insufficient funds |
Left ass-out a home beggin' like bums |
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs |
I’m from N.Y.C.I.T.Y. |
stay high |
Lazy eye, ghetto celeb, rap guy from Bed-Stuy |
Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes |
Losin' your attention takin' up your time |
I gets mine and breathe, 'bout it 'bout it like P |
Too many wannabe me, wanna flow blow hold dough |
Like Smoky (Smoky Lah), fly across seas |
Blow shows for B.C.C. |
(knock you out), but you can’t be |
You heard me, you soft like porridge |
You ain’t gettin' money and you have no courage |
(Aiyyo son, let me at they ass son) |
Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie |
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee |
Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me |
Don’t toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the Army |
I swarm like bees, plus sting too, bring grooves |
I blow 'em out like hankies (hachoo!) nab you like cops do |
For the longest I’ve been waitin', to take it to these Jafaicans |
Corner eyeballin' on the moves that we was makin' |
Thinkin' that we lost it 'cause our line was closed |
Can’t stop a hungry nigga with nuttin' to live foe |
I’mma see that dough, many hustlers I know |
Three car longshark white chalk and celo |
Yo, I think I’ll take this time to remind you |
Not to step out of line, test mine, CrimeStoppers won’t find you |
Before we come kickin' your door to the floor |
Throw you to the wall, makin' you our prisoner of war |
Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo |
Attack you from your front open yo back with my scalpel |
Snatch two, niggas from the crew if they got |
Anything to do with motherfuckers coming back to avenge you |
I intend to, get down for my temple |
Keep a strong mental when dealin' with evils that men do |
Them who, fail to comprehend I |
Recommend you remember you’re dealin' with men who’ll |
Send you — - off in a coffin |
'Cause far too often niggas are gettin' lost and it’s costin' |
Body parts, from anybody that starts |
We play the hackers, takin' rappers apart |
Dissect 'em, from they rectum, to they necks |
Double check them make sure shit’s correct then direct them |
To the section, where the session’s, in progression |
Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun |