Ski Beatz - World Reknown lyrics

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Ski Beatz - World Reknown lyrics

[Pacewon] 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 ba** 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 ba**heads I keep it corporate, ain't with that talk sh** 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 f** 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 n***a Praswell Pacewon flips, I piss on n***as 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 pa** 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 bullsh** and act stupid I'm lootin, usin my third eye like a mutant Rollin with the big men, ign'ant men fly Mistaken motherf**ers, 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