Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Renown, artist - Pete Rock. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
World Renown |
| We hit you off with the underground pound for pound |
| Rock from state to state son, world renown |
| Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload |
| Hip hop till your motherfucking ears explode |
| From the old school to new school, no school rule |
| Fuck staff and the students I was influenced by the truant |
| Number one with a dum dum like guns was cool |
| Jewel dropped every one and a half bar on the stool |
| The star by which they drool, girls moisten I hoisten |
| Skirts off they waist in the place they friend pointing |
| Mike Z double, always in some trouble |
| But it’s gon' be some puddles, bust lips and eyes bubbles |
| And a cold piece of steak on your face |
| Taking a bat race while I celebrate to a 24 bottle cases and plates |
| All drinks drunk straight |
| And don’t nothing get chased except for homeboy on the left |
| Smoking on that stress out my place |
| Yo, yo bat guns defend my gates |
| Pour out some liquor for Klate |
| And Little Shawn is gone |
| The same shit goes on |
| Like a long long song until I touch it for a taste |
| And got to go back into play |
| Yo it’s the actual factual, gigantic maximum |
| Hot rhymes smart, nigga with heart |
| So I show love and bless rap niggas and rep that |
| Real deal hip hop even with my shit chop |
| To the skull |
| Could never be dull |
| Have the bitches up on it and niggas like, «Yo |
| That’s Large Professor» oh yeah and I’ma let you know |
| On like the metronome where ever I roam |
| Mad shout outs and cheers for your ceremony |
| I’m never phony |
| I’m live and direct son ya know me |
| The kid that rocks Spanks and get lots of checks |
| Been in every building been in every projects |
| Been OT and overseas with officials |
| Speaking of big shit, you front I might diss you |
| Had both feet in this game from day one |
| Acknowledge it niggas stay rough and don’t polish it |
| Check, there ain’t many that can scorch A |
| G, it’s funny how they all say the Giant is greater |
| Everyday and all day from New York to Norway |
| Puff mud the raw way |
| Get brain, fuck the foreplay |
| It’s T productions, I lay heat on percussions |
| Word up, all y’all rappers can keep on trucking |
| I can’t be scorched |
| Raps even get the panties off |
| I step off and floss like Randy Moss |
| Did I really mention, I get head like Billy Clinton? |
| Tell you the beef is dead when it really isn’t |
| And the police harass us on the block for no reas' |
| Now-a-days shit’ll get hot we won’t leave |
| I’m holding like you holding |
| Throw it like you throw it |
| Straight head shots cause my vest shots the bullshit |
| Money, let’s stop the bullshit |
| Next stop’s the bull pen so bring the hook back in |
| «Worldwide» |
| «Pete Rock» |
| «Taking you worldwide so bust it» |
| «Worldwide» |
| «Mike Zoot» |
| «We on the clock, shit’ll start before it stops» |
| «Worldwide» |
| «I'm called the Mad Scientist, Extra P» |
| «A to the fucking G» |