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pacewon - nobody (feat. rah digga, young zee) lyrics

f/ rah digga, young zee

[young zee]
who f-ckin wit us?
n-body
one more time, n-body
n-body
yeaaah, hah
and we don’t appreciate (what the f-ck?)
people throwin’ they little two cents in (outsidaz)
spreadin’ rumors (rah digga, young zee)

[pacewon]
all grace, pace the mc with great powers
n-gg-z play my tape and blank out for eight hours
at 9 pm you get caught up in my rhyme flow
then before you know it, it’s morning/mourning like alonzo (good morning)
to the beat y’all, i mack like peetie wheatstraw
girls say my speech, y’all inflated like a beach ball
ya see the misfits and real sister’s digga (yeah pace!)
n-gg-z know we soul 4 real like the singers
to the fiends, my tape’s like a drug now
rappers smokin’ it, choke and spit blood out
mcs watch me, clock me, keep charts
i’m a seat and they refuse to get up like rosa parks (sit down)
all mc’s, here to vancouver
pace carry cans of pubic lice remover (yeah)
for crab mc-type intruders, i carry cans of pubic lice remover
high as f-ck, drunk off the chardonay
pacewon, represent the garden state
machete sharpener, kurrupt like daz’s partner
dark, too smart to fake moves like ron harper
i wil’ on jokers more than oprah got papes
and live to stop fakes like anti-lock brakes
when the cops chase i fiend like a crack buyer
to locate the joints pointed at this rap guy, ah
weave a spell to make they’re guns backfire
and hit their michelins, giving them a flat tire
foul to cali, renowned, too (??)
stroke up and down through p-ssy that will drown you
this is for mcs soundin’ like me
pace won, i tell ’em not to d-ck ride me
yeah, for crab mcs type intruders
i carry cans of pubic lice remover

[chorus: young zee]
who the f-ck in here can rock like me?
(zee, digga, pace): n-body!
and what the f-ck click get more props than we?
n-body!
who want to get it on with the o-u-tz?
n-body! n-body!
who the f-ck in here can rock like zee?
n-body!
what the f-ck click get more props than we?
n-body!
who want to get it on with the o-u-tz?
n-body, n-body!

[pace won]
from the door i despise you
say one word i’ma f-ck you up worse than st. ide’s do
so don’t blast off, mouth get g-ssed off
and say something i’m gon’ have to whip that -ss for (we gon jump you!)
’nuff said, talk and get your fly -ss caught up in my web
sit and break bread, shake hands and make friends, cop a grey benz
got you like heavy metal, rock until the tape ends

[young zee]
and i can’t forget the heads that get me high for free
that liked my sh-t back when we was rockin’ lees
and them fake n-gg-z always think of robbin’ zee
they just mad cuz they don’t get more f-cking props than we

[pacewon]
yo- men like me play with swords like zorro
f-gs like you could test positive tomorrow (for aids)
you gay as rock hudson, puffin’
playin’ like you somethin’, frontin’, suckin’
more d-ck than hoes do, parallel parkin’
jump out your car then walk like dolly parton (lil’ chicken)
this for the crews soundin’ like us
outsidaz, try not to d-ck ride us

[chorus]

break it down

outhouse
who can rock like zee?
n-body, n-body
outhouse
yeah yeah, what up?

who the f-ck in here can rock like zee?
n-body!
what the f-ck click get more props than we?
n-body!
who want to get it on with the o-u-tz?
n-body, n-body, what?
who the f-ck in here can rock like p-a-c-e?
there’s n-body, n-body n-body…
and who get more props than zee?
n-body!
who wanna fight me?
n-body, n-body!

[digga] uh, rah digga, n-body…
[zee] in the outhouse world, there’s still n-body that can f-ck…. uh

- pacewon lyrics

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