Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunroof Top , by - Pacewon. Song from the album Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2002
Record label: Rufflife
Song language: English
Sunroof Top |
| 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’mma 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 niggas 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! |