Won On Won Lyrics - Singles - Cocoa Brovaz

Smokin lah, me got flav 

Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's 

Who wanna look like, wanna act like us? 

Wanna be like, roll the trees like us 

Wanna talk like, wanna walk like us 

Wanna flip like get ripped like us 

Wanna act like know you're black like us 

Wanna flip like kick shit like us 

Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us 

Tek and Steele, won on won, Smoky Guns, what? 

Ding, that's the sound of the bell 

Oh shit is all you heard before you fell 

To the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers 

And pants get, try to challenge, get damaged 

Plain and simple with bandages around your temple 

Easily erased out the picture like pencil 

Peeped me once, saw me again, got your pistol 

I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple 

Son, hold my A V, let me rock this nobody 

Comin' out the closet tryin' to stop my money 

Actin' like you're sweet 'cause he ain't see me in the streets 

Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet 

You called me, I was there on some candyman shit 

Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch 

Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw 

Walk away, parley in front of Ahmed's store 

We don't give a what about you, tell them niggaz who sent you 

Let 'em come, have 'em all open wide like dentals 

Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you 

If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to 

Nigga, I'd wish you'd talk about runnin' for guns 

Get your Bankhead bounce like insufficient funds 

Left ass out a home beggin' like bums 

Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs 

I'm from N Y C I T Y, stay high 

Lazy eye, ghetto celeb, rap guy from Bed-Stuy 

Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes 

Losin' your attention, takin' up your time 

I gets mine and breathe, bout it bout it like P 

Too many wannabe me 

Wanna flow blow hold dough like Smoky Lah 

Fly across seas, blow shows for BCC 

But you can't be, you heard me, you soft like porridge 

You ain't gettin' money and you have no courage 

Introducin', the one who gets you bugged like a loosie 

Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee 

Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me 

Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the army 

I swarm like bees, plus sting too, bring grooves 

I blow 'em out like hankies, nab you like cops do 

For the longest I've been waitin' to take it to these Jafaicans 

Corner eye ballin' on the moves that we was makin' 

Thinkin' that we lost it 'cause our line was closed 

Can't stop a hungry nigga with nothin' to live, foe 

I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know 

Three car long shark, white chalk and cee-lo 

Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you 

Not to sit by the line, test mine, crime stoppers won't find you 

Before we come kickin' your door to the floor 

Throw you to the wall, makin' you our prisoner of war 

Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo 

Attack you from your front, open you back with my scalpel 

Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got 

Anythin' to do with motherfuckers comin' back to avenge you 

I intend to get down for my temple, keep a strong mental 

When dealin' with evils that men do 

Them who fail to comprehend 

I recommend you remember you're dealin' with men 

Who'll send you off in a coffin 

'Cause far too often niggaz are gettin' lost and it's costin' 

Body parts from anybody that starts 

We play the hackers takin' rappers apart 

Dissect 'em from they rectum to they necks 

Double check them make sure shit's correct then direct them 

To the section, where the session's in progression 

Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun 

Won on won 

Won on won 

Wanna act like us 

Wanna talk like, wanna look like us 

Wanna walk like, wanna bust like 

Wanna flip like, wanna rep like us 

Wanna get clip, wanna kick like us 

Wanna get shit, hit just like us 

Wanna smoke lah, smoke the black like us 

You cant fuck with us 

Won on won 

Won on won