Won On Won Lyrics
| Song | Won On Won |
| Artist | Cocoa Brovas |
| Album | The Rude Awakening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Smoky 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 no-body | |
| 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 achmed'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 | |
| Losing your attention taking 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 (smoky lah), fly across seas | |
| Blow shows for b.c.c. (knock you out), but you can't be | |
| You heard me, you soft like porridge | |
| You ain't gettin money and you have no courage | |
| (aiyyo son, let me at they ass son) | |
| Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie | |
| 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 (hachoo!) nab you like cops do | |
| For the longest i've been waitin, to take it to these jafaicans | |
| Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin | |
| Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed | |
| Can't stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe | |
| I'ma see that dough, many hustlers i know | |
| Three car longshark white chalk and celo | |
| Yo, i think i'll take this time to remind you | |
| Not to sit by the line, test mine, crimestoppers won't find you | |
| Before we come kickin your door to the floor | |
| Throw you to the wall, making 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 | |
| Anything to do with motherfuckers coming 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 | |
| (various talk to outro) |
| Smoky 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 achmed' 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 assout 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 bedstuy | |
| Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes | |
| Losing your attention taking 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 smoky lah, fly across seas | |
| Blow shows for b. c. c. knock you out, but you can' t be | |
| You heard me, you soft like porridge | |
| You ain' t gettin money and you have no courage | |
| aiyyo son, let me at they ass son | |
| Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie | |
| 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 hachoo! nab you like cops do | |
| For the longest i' ve been waitin, to take it to these jafaicans | |
| Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin | |
| Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed | |
| Can' t stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe | |
| I' ma see that dough, many hustlers i know | |
| Three car longshark white chalk and celo | |
| Yo, i think i' ll take this time to remind you | |
| Not to sit by the line, test mine, crimestoppers won' t find you | |
| Before we come kickin your door to the floor | |
| Throw you to the wall, making 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 | |
| Anything to do with motherfuckers coming 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 smifnwessun | |
| various talk to outro |
| Smoky 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 achmed' 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 assout 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 bedstuy | |
| Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes | |
| Losing your attention taking 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 smoky lah, fly across seas | |
| Blow shows for b. c. c. knock you out, but you can' t be | |
| You heard me, you soft like porridge | |
| You ain' t gettin money and you have no courage | |
| aiyyo son, let me at they ass son | |
| Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie | |
| 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 hachoo! nab you like cops do | |
| For the longest i' ve been waitin, to take it to these jafaicans | |
| Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin | |
| Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed | |
| Can' t stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe | |
| I' ma see that dough, many hustlers i know | |
| Three car longshark white chalk and celo | |
| Yo, i think i' ll take this time to remind you | |
| Not to sit by the line, test mine, crimestoppers won' t find you | |
| Before we come kickin your door to the floor | |
| Throw you to the wall, making 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 | |
| Anything to do with motherfuckers coming 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 smifnwessun | |
| various talk to outro |
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