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PaceWon - Текст песни Rush
It's the RUSH..
 We RUSH.. fourth and two we RUSH..
 Roc-A-Bloc we RUSH.. Outsidaz RUSH..
 It's the RUSH.. ha ha, this the RUSH..
 [Pacewon]
 Yo, huh, yo
 I sell fifty dollar clips at the colleges
 To future lawyers, optometrists and magazine columnists (huh)
 Ghetto politics, I drop a load
 Of raps that explode on impact like hollow-tips
 Yo, cock your glock lick shots for the Pacer!
 Raw like coke and got more jokes than Frasier
 Like Saddam Hussein, Pace will raise a
 Army East of Eden on the borderline of Asia
 Armed in bomb shit, tec-9's and mag clips
 My hooded crew got the bulletproof jackets
 Yo, part of my plan is get this bad bitch
 To fuck the President, give that man the package
 Next I'll fix up a chemical mixture (huh)
 To get the armed forces out the picture
 With them gone, my men storm the globe and
 Then we'll own it, like Caesar and the Romans
 Time flies, years become moments
 And the Outsidaz still creepin like rodents
 Yo Pacewon bringin you the rawl deal
 Appeal, work and get mines for real; yo, yo
 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 The cops can't stop the RUSH
 The stick-up kids can't stop the RUSH
 The DEA can't stop the RUSH
 My whole click cock back and bust, FOR REAL
 PaceWon - Rush - http://ru.motolyrics.com/pacewon/rush-lyrics.html
 [Pacewon]
 Yo, yo, yo
 Professor Kick-Ass, Mr. Teach-A-Kid-A-Lesson
 Fresh like the Prince, without Jazzy Jeff and
 I'm the architect that can draw your path to heaven
 With my glock, bust rounds twenty-four - seven!
 Pacewon, spy like James Bond-a
 Lock up a Hon-da, pick up the un-der
 With my mind on which land to conquer
 I make the audience sweat like Jane Fonda
 Pace'll fly a jet, violent tyrant
 Mind bent, dog-drippin, pissin on hydrants
 Straight flippin on crews that ain't silent
 They come by the two's and get chewed like Trident
 I tour the world makin real estate investments
 Got more land than the Riddler got questions
 I travel yars, battle squads
 And read rappers like fortune tellers read tarot cards
 Yo, a menace, wild like Crazy Ed is
 With a sick scheme to make more green than lettuce
 Film credits, who dick get the wettest?
 My presence bring "Good Times" like James Evans
 Pace'll violate all across the tri-state
 Makin niggaz hum like my pager on vibrate
 Gettin dough with more Brothers than Warner
 Your moms ain't know, quote Snow, and "Informer"
 Ha ha, ha, ha
 Roc-A-Bloc, Pacewon
 Ha ha, yo
 Roc-A-Bloc Pacewon, what?
 Roc-A-Bloc Pacewon, yo!
[Chorus]













