Pacewon - Bring It Out Of Me (feat. Richie Thumbs) Lyrics
f/ Richie Thumbs[Pace] Yo.. hah..[Rich] You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh[Rich] You know the smoke can bring it out of me[Pace] Yo..[Rich] You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh-huh[Rich] You know the smoke can bring it out of me[Pacewon]I'm the rap music Mozart, one who love cheebaBounce and buy quarter pounds like a drug dealerFly soul brother same color chocolate tye isRoll hard, got traction like tiresLet's have a contest, who get the highest?Us, Roc-A-Bloc, servin kids like diners***** it back and shoot the K-9ersWord from Pacewon, and J's Finest[** guest **]Blaze the pen pen, pockets full of yenTryin to get my hands in classes all BenzSee the ends, make you choke this wayLoc this way, only if I smoke todayBlunt scents, me and my dog stay bentA hundred trees lit, Roc-A-Bloc, wanna hit?Full of smoke, Taurus 40 with the scopeBeam shine so red, murder's all she wrote[Chorus: Richie Thumbs]You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uhYou know the smoke can bring it out of meYou know the smoke can bring it out of me, uhYou know the smoke can bring it out of me[Pacewon]Yo, no better to put thisI hit up many spots, but Harlem got the goodness, 138thIf they don't got no weight, then it won't piss me offI just step and get pepperhead from 164th[** guest **]I stay shivery on cash deliveryCats ain't never gettin me, high as I beGet my think on, get my drink onCuban links on with my ice blue stones[Pacewon]Yo, they sell weed around my way, crooked eye, do or dieBrew and lye come together like two-for-fivesSmokin out 'til my brain feel ruinedAnd my eyes chink so much I can't see through 'em[** guest **]You know the feelin, game keep me spittin venomA street villain, play your cards or don't deal 'emPacewon, now and then we lace onewith the hashish, job well done[Chorus][** reggae chatta, best guess **]Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praiseBlaze ya ganja everydaySmoke ya herb and feel iriean' everyt'ing will be okay[Pacewon]Yo, my boys be speedin, actin largeWax they cars, crack cigars and pour weed in - yoBe alert, cause I got a sharp feelinMy rap's about to swing on you like Mark BreelandBy all means, just like Malcolm XI, make you people dissolve like Alka-SeltzerAs for me I'm ganja infestedWorkin on a book called "Tales of a Sesshead"[** guest **]I blow dutches, cause it keep me proper-likeHoppa-type, and love jeans like IsraelitesStack chips, Komar accounts thisFancy whips, smoked out with dark tintsGanja, stay Jane like FondaWillie Honda's the boss from YonkersPeep duke, double-breast pimp suitsCheeba'd up, still sharp as ginnsus[Chorus][** reggae chatta, best guess **]Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praiseBlaze ya ganja everydaySmoke ya herb and feel iriean' everyt'ing will be okaySmoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praiseBlaze ya ganja everydaySmoke ya herb and feel iriean' everyt'ing will be okay
