Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kickin' in da Door, artist - DJ Paul. Album song Volume 16: The Original Masters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: S.A.T.ENT
Song language: English
Kickin' in da Door |
It was on a stormy night, I was ballin' 98 |
Every day of the week when I can’t sleep I’m out here tossin' yay |
Police on the other side on the village, tryin' to scope me out with flashlights |
I’m silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit |
I ain’t got no license so I jumped out with the quickness |
Got my track hot as hell, slowed up all my business |
Clientel walkin' down the sidewalk, should I serve the fool? |
Knowin' I don’t sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs |
Anyway asked him what he lookin' for, he said about three juices |
Is this a stick-up or joke cause he got me real spooked |
He stuck his tone to my face «Ey fool get on the ground!» |
Jumpin' out the bushes: four young killers |
They jumped me in my back, I’m (?) from the stang … it was so sweet |
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean |
Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K |
Hey make me click quick, don’t make a move trick |
Hammer thangs with the gold gleem, big Pioneer 12 woofer screen |
Window shake (?) juice on the crush |
As I lean back like a mack, I’m the shit, pockets fat |
Stack with (?) greens that I make, every trick that I break |
They got treated the same way, always dark, never day |
Hit the park on a sunny day, scopin' as I celebrate |
GimiSumthin' Family, trick |
I’m kickin' in the door, I’m makin' lemons hit the floor for keys |
We smoke, we smoke, my pretty boy smile don’t joke |
I’m kickin' in the door, I’m makin' lemons hit the floor for keys |
Yeah he’s gone, met the chrome, buck him til I saw some foam |
Fresh up outta jail, I’m out on bond, I gotta get back in |
Hangin' on Hurst Village track, I was slip and slangin' |
Horny for the women, tryin' to find some to stay up on |
G’s tryin' to give me action, I don’t need the satisfaction |
I ain’t lettin' a woman play me like a pimp |
Let me know you trick and then I’m stickin' with the quickness on you freaky |
tramp |
Housin' at the crib I was playin' a hoe for (?) |
(?) busted in with a whole bunch of anna |
I was buttnaked when he reached up in the closet |
Pulled out his Tec and said «Keep on (?) that freaky trick» |
I ran into her sideways … fast |
Dropped his guncrime … |
(?) quick but with no money I left Lil Gin come in his gunnin' |
The Tec, bullets in my back, I hit the ground |
It’s on (?) just see I’m on my way down |
Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit |