Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring It Out Of Me, artist - Pacewon. Album song Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2002
Record label: Rufflife
Song language: English
Bring It Out Of Me |
| Yo. |
| hah. |
| You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh You know the smoke can bring it out of me Yo. |
| You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh-huh |
| You know the smoke can bring it out of me |
| I’m the rap music Mozart, one who love cheeba |
| Bounce and buy quarter pounds like a drug dealer |
| Fly soul brother same color chocolate tye is Roll hard, got traction like tires |
| Let’s have a contest, who get the highest? |
| Us, Roc-A-Bloc, servin kids like diners |
| Cock it back and shoot the K-9ers |
| Word from Pacewon, and J’s Finest |
| Blaze the pen pen, pockets full of yen |
| Tryin to get my hands in classes all Benz |
| See the ends, make you choke this way |
| Loc this way, only if I smoke today |
| Blunt scents, me and my dog stay bent |
| A hundred trees lit, Roc-A-Bloc, wanna hit? |
| Full of smoke, Taurus 40 with the scope |
| Beam shine so red, murder’s all she wrote |
| You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh You know the smoke can bring it out of me You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh You know the smoke can bring it out of me Yo, no better to put |
| this |
| I hit up many spots, but Harlem got the goodness, 138th |
| If they don’t got no weight, then it won’t piss me off |
| I just step and get pepperhead from 164th |
| I stay shivery on cash delivery |
| Cats ain’t never gettin me, high as I be |
| Get my think on, get my drink on Cuban links on with my ice blue stones |
| Yo, they sell weed around my way, crooked eye, do or die |
| Brew and lye come together like two-for-fives |
| Smokin out 'til my brain feel ruined |
| And my eyes chink so much I can’t see through 'em |
| You know the feelin, game keep me spittin venom |
| A street villain, play your cards or don’t deal 'em |
| Pacewon, now and then we lace one |
| with the hashish, job well done |
| Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praise |
| Blaze ya ganja everyday |
| Smoke ya herb and feel irie |
| an’everyt’ing will be okay |
| Yo, my boys be speedin, actin large |
| Wax they cars, crack cigars and pour weed in — yo Be alert, cause I got a sharp feelin |
| My rap’s about to swing on you like Mark Breeland |
| By all means, just like Malcolm X |
| I, make you people dissolve like Alka-Seltzer |
| As for me I’m ganja infested |
| Workin on a book called «Tales of a Sesshead» |
| I blow dutches, cause it keep me proper-like |
| Hoppa-type, and love jeans like Israelites |
| Stack chips, Komar accounts this |
| Fancy whips, smoked out with dark tints |
| Ganja, stay Jane like Fonda |
| Willie Honda’s the boss from Yonkers |
| Peep duke, double-breast pimp suits |
| Cheeba’d up, still sharp as ginnsus |
| Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praise |
| Blaze ya ganja everyday |
| Smoke ya herb and feel irie |
| an’everyt’ing will be okay |
| Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praise |
| Blaze ya ganja everyday |
| Smoke ya herb and feel irie |
| an’everyt’ing will be okay |