| It was on a stormy night, I was ballin' 98
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| Every day of the week when I can’t sleep I’m out here tossin' yay
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| Police on the other side on the village, tryin' to scope me out with flashlights
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| I’m silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit
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| I ain’t got no license so I jumped out with the quickness
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| Got my track hot as hell, slowed up all my business
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| Clientel walkin' down the sidewalk, should I serve the fool?
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| Knowin' I don’t sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs
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| Anyway asked him what he lookin' for, he said about three juices
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| Is this a stick-up or joke cause he got me real spooked
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| He stuck his tone to my face «Ey fool get on the ground!»
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| Jumpin' out the bushes: four young killers
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| They jumped me in my back, I’m (?) from the stang … it was so sweet
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| Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
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| Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
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| Hey make me click quick, don’t make a move trick
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| Hammer thangs with the gold gleem, big Pioneer 12 woofer screen
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| Window shake (?) juice on the crush
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| As I lean back like a mack, I’m the shit, pockets fat
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| Stack with (?) greens that I make, every trick that I break
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| They got treated the same way, always dark, never day
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| Hit the park on a sunny day, scopin' as I celebrate
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| GimiSumthin' Family, trick
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| I’m kickin' in the door, I’m makin' lemons hit the floor for keys
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| We smoke, we smoke, my pretty boy smile don’t joke
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| I’m kickin' in the door, I’m makin' lemons hit the floor for keys
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| Yeah he’s gone, met the chrome, buck him til I saw some foam
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| Fresh up outta jail, I’m out on bond, I gotta get back in
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| Hangin' on Hurst Village track, I was slip and slangin'
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| Horny for the women, tryin' to find some to stay up on
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| G’s tryin' to give me action, I don’t need the satisfaction
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| I ain’t lettin' a woman play me like a pimp
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| Let me know you trick and then I’m stickin' with the quickness on you freaky
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| tramp
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| Housin' at the crib I was playin' a hoe for (?)
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| (?) busted in with a whole bunch of anna
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| I was buttnaked when he reached up in the closet
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| Pulled out his Tec and said «Keep on (?) that freaky trick»
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| I ran into her sideways … fast
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| Dropped his guncrime …
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| (?) quick but with no money I left Lil Gin come in his gunnin'
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| The Tec, bullets in my back, I hit the ground
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| It’s on (?) just see I’m on my way down
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| Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kickin' in da Door , by - DJ Paul. Song from the album Volume 16: The Original Masters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп