Pacewon - Bring It Out of MeLyrics

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, want to 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