Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come In, artist - 3rd Bass. Album song Derelicts Of Dialect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Come In |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in! |
Who’s at my door?(I don’t know but let him in) |
Come in, to my cribbo, no reason you’ll say ditto |
No tea and crumpets, not servin you no vitals |
Little one sit, I’ll kick to you a fable |
So recline on the recliner put your feet up on the table |
Sable is a fox that’s used for coats |
The sable is a fable cause you bought yourself a goat |
Skin all in, so ease up on throttle |
No role model and your life is out the bottle |
The roll of the dice on the corner of the street |
You get beat, on 123rd street |
Done by the system that ain’t really sayin nothin new |
Your kids flippin, so now what you gonna do? |
Go home, hell no, she don’t want you there |
Why need a man or either work when there’s welfare? |
Oh yeah, another scam see |
The government’s way to destroy the family |
See life is a gamble, find the ball under the shell |
HELL NO, I kick two and make the dome swell |
Son, that’s the end I hear the doorbell ringin |
And if that’s your pops, tell the man to just come in Oh hello dear! |
Uahh, good morning. |
Very well then. |
suppose you come over here! |
But first. |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in! |
Ask me why I wander on desert plains |
I say the Cactus still grows without rain |
Plain to see from my horse without a name |
I set it off, still things ain’t the same |
A case of wasted life, inner city blues |
Goods for hoods from the merchant of grooves |
I move your butts but a question lingers |
I look at my hands, I sees ten fingers |
A finishin touch, much on the TP |
Here the Three-R-D and the blind see |
why I flipped and why I ain’t with the Klan |
Which one you say all truth and |
true indeed, y’all needs a speed knot |
Knothead syndrome, sets off piano drops |
So I please, and step with Kool Poppa Sha |
Scopin every skin without a bra |
On the streets, Kurious like Jorge |
Why don’t you make like Run and +Pause+? |
Flaws in characters, scrubs get done in I swing it open y’all, so come in Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in! |
Knock knock knock knock, come in! |
Who’s at my door?(I don’t know but let him in) |