Pacewon - Loon Skit/Nobody lyrics

Who f*ckin wit us? Nobody One more time, nobody Nobody 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) All grace, Pace the MC with great powers n***as 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***as 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**y that will drown you This is for MCs soundin' like me Pace Won, I tell 'em not to dick ride me Yeah, for crab MCs type intruders I carry cans of pubic lice remover Who the f*ck in here can rock like me? (Zee, Digga, Pace): Nobody! And what the f*ck click get more props than we? Nobody! Who want to get it on with the O-U-Tz? Nobody! Nobody! Who the f*ck in here can rock like Zee? Nobody! What the f*ck click get more props than we? Nobody! Who want to get it on with the O-U-Tz? Nobody, nobody! 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 ga**ed off And say something I'm gon' have to whip that a** for (we gon jump you!) 'nuff said, talk and get your fly a** 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 And I can't forget the heads that get me high for free That liked my sh** back when we was rockin' Lees And them fake n***as always think of robbin' Zee They just mad cuz they don't get more f*cking props than we 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', s**in' More dick 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 dick ride us Break it down Outhouse Who can rock like Zee? Nobody, nobody Outhouse Yeah Yeah, what up? Who the f*ck in here can rock like Zee? Nobody! What the f*ck click get more props than we? Nobody! Who want to get it on with the O-U-Tz? Nobody, nobody, what? Who the f*ck in here can rock like P-A-C-E? There's nobody, nobody nobody... And who get more props than Zee? Nobody! Who wanna fight me? Nobody, nobody! Uh, Rah Digga, nobody... In the Outhouse world, there's still nobody that can f*ck.... uh