Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunroof Top, artist - Pacewon. Album song Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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! |