Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Reknown, artist - Pacewon. Album song Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2002
Record label: Rufflife
Song language: English
World Reknown |
| This is W-O-U-T, with a quick caller question |
| Caller, can you name a quick three countries |
| Can your friends? |
| Depends? |
| Yo! |
| It’s the Pacewon-er, more hot than late summer |
| Eighth wonder of the bass drum |
| Who can touch your melon you can tell 'em PACEWON! |
| You only do what Pace says |
| Bottle up the product and serve it to the bassheads |
| I keep it corporate, ain’t with that talk shit |
| Won made to bust like the guns the cops walk with |
| Hold a four-fifth, all kids vacate |
| Testy to press me like a can of spray paint |
| Cause by the time a policeman appears |
| They’ll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like chandaliers |
| Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5 |
| In your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye |
| Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot |
| Now he can see light — now who his girl gettin high with? |
| Nowadays I’m humble, strictly on some shy shit |
| Usin my ears, keepin my affairs private |
| Livin that life of a righteous rap giant |
| Pack the black iron that roar like Mad Lion |
| Stingy, Ebenezer, never freeze up |
| Forever be the rapper that drunk that one |
| That black out like a seizure — burnin hot with fever |
| Right lung failin, from inhalin cheeba |
| World reknowned. |
| world reknowned. |
| world reknowned. |
| world reknowned |
| In my hood it’s people fiendin, screamin like the opera |
| Cuz was up early, drinkin dirty aqua |
| Never put they Glock up, restless like the young kids |
| 40's, they tongue-kiss, like who can get the drunkest? |
| Wear the right gear like them Nike Air strap-ons |
| MC’s write rap songs, hoochies wear platforms |
| It’s all G Broad Street down to Stuyvesant |
| Niggas got talent, move like Allen Iverson |
| Rappers by the number, Redman, Artifacts |
| Lords of the Under — sprint to get a glimpse |
| Bet the fireproof lighter troop make yo' eyes swell |
| Word to my _Fu-Gee-La_ and my nigga Praswell |
| Pacewon flips, I piss on niggas like the urinals |
| You keep on blurrin those WACK-ASS RHYMES |
| I break code and make access, grab my gun attack feds |
| With somethin that the rap heads can’t pass by |
| World reknowned. |
| world reknowned. |
| world reknowned. |
| world reknowned |
| Yo, mommy never knew I’d grow up to be a thug or |
| Be best friends with the neighborhood drug lord |
| Ironic lifestyle — who woulda thought that tomboy |
| You used to diss — got to be your wife now? |
| Sex in cars, money like the lotto |
| Brother try to foul me, Audi, cuatro |
| Crews fake bullshit and act stupid |
| I’m lootin, usin my third eye like a mutant |
| Rollin with the big men, ign’ant men fly |
| Mistaken motherfuckers, thought they had it locked |
| And along comes the Pacer — with ecstasy! |
| Got juice like a warden that can set you free |
| Chronicles of «Won», Pace the rhyme felon |
| Watch for my album. |
| World reknowned. |
| world reknowned. |
| world reknowned. |
| world reknowned |