Bring It Out Of Me - Pacewon, Pacewon (ft. Richie Thumbs)

Yo.

hah.

You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh You know the smoke can bring it out of me Yo.

You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh-huh

You know the smoke can bring it out of me

I’m the rap music Mozart, one who love cheeba

Bounce and buy quarter pounds like a drug dealer

Fly soul brother same color chocolate tye is Roll hard, got traction like tires

Let’s have a contest, who get the highest?

Us, Roc-A-Bloc, servin kids like diners

Cock it back and shoot the K-9ers

Word from Pacewon, and J’s Finest

Blaze the pen pen, pockets full of yen

Tryin to get my hands in classes all Benz

See the ends, make you choke this way

Loc this way, only if I smoke today

Blunt scents, me and my dog stay bent

A hundred trees lit, Roc-A-Bloc, wanna hit?

Full of smoke, Taurus 40 with the scope

Beam shine so red, murder’s all she wrote

You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh You know the smoke can bring it out of me You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh You know the smoke can bring it out of me Yo, no better to put

this

I hit up many spots, but Harlem got the goodness, 138th

If they don’t got no weight, then it won’t piss me off

I just step and get pepperhead from 164th

I stay shivery on cash delivery

Cats ain’t never gettin me, high as I be

Get my think on, get my drink on Cuban links on with my ice blue stones

Yo, they sell weed around my way, crooked eye, do or die

Brew and lye come together like two-for-fives

Smokin out 'til my brain feel ruined

And my eyes chink so much I can’t see through 'em

You know the feelin, game keep me spittin venom

A street villain, play your cards or don’t deal 'em

Pacewon, now and then we lace one

with the hashish, job well done

Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praise

Blaze ya ganja everyday

Smoke ya herb and feel irie

an’everyt’ing will be okay

Yo, my boys be speedin, actin large

Wax they cars, crack cigars and pour weed in — yo Be alert, cause I got a sharp feelin

My rap’s about to swing on you like Mark Breeland

By all means, just like Malcolm X

I, make you people dissolve like Alka-Seltzer

As for me I’m ganja infested

Workin on a book called «Tales of a Sesshead»

I blow dutches, cause it keep me proper-like

Hoppa-type, and love jeans like Israelites

Stack chips, Komar accounts this

Fancy whips, smoked out with dark tints

Ganja, stay Jane like Fonda

Willie Honda’s the boss from Yonkers

Peep duke, double-breast pimp suits

Cheeba’d up, still sharp as ginnsus

Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praise

Blaze ya ganja everyday

Smoke ya herb and feel irie

an’everyt’ing will be okay

Smoke ya herb, give Tom Tom praise

Blaze ya ganja everyday

Smoke ya herb and feel irie

an’everyt’ing will be okay