| Y’all know you can’t rock like us
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| Subnoize KMK always packin' out the club
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| Who do you know who can rock like us
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| Daddy X D-Loc and our homie Johnny Rich
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| Y’all know you can’t rock like us
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| Subnoize KMK always packin' out the club
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| Who do you know who can rock like us
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| Daddy X D-Loc and our homie Johnny Rich
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| That’s my Klick, homie don’t trip
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| I’m walkin' through the club with my hand on my dick
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| Hey yo peep the flip, shit sound clean
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| Shine it up good if you know what I mean
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| Keepin' the green, stackin' my chips
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| Buyin' up the land where the trees get clipped
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| Settin' my plan layin' low in the snow
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| Camouflage on with my huntin' rifle
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| Dog on the hill and bark your gettin' bit
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| Y’all know you can’t rock, rock like this
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| Knockin' em down with these underground hits
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| Up in the club fools talkin' big shit (big shit)
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| Who wants to get a bomb dropped on their lid?
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| Drop, Drop, Drop it like it’s hot
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| Drop, Drop, Drop it like it’s hot
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| Who want to feel the bass rock on this shit?
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| We keep the whole spot poppin' like some cocaine
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| We got em bubblin' and poppin' like champagne
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| And the funny thing is I’m feeling no pain
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| It’s like slow motion livinfgin the fast lane
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| I keep em all fiending hot from the vocal booth
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| I’m like a cavity creep on your back tooth
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| Tryin' to rot out your mouth from the old school
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| I’ll disintergrate your crew when the spit shoots, fool!
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| Maniac on stage poised to attack
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| Ready to grip the mic and holdin' nothin' back
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| I’ts a combat battle between me and the crowd
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| And when the dust settles better watch the crowd go wild
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| Watch the pit get goin', watch the girls get naked
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| Often imitated but we never duplicated
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| Yeah, we pioneers been doin this for years
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| We originators of this whole rip hop biz, bitch!
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| I shoot the shit with he greatest of ease
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| Knocking birds out the sky like I’m blasting skeets
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| You fucking pigeons don’t play when I grab my twelve gauge
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| Always lock and load, always ready to blaze
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| You’ll be amazed how the King’s do it when we get to it
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| In a haze is how we livin' feelin' dumb and stupid
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| Can’t nobody rock a party like us
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| We stay lead in the race while your eatin' our dust, what?
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| It’s that O-C, O-G, K-I-N-G
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| P-T-B, Daddy X that’s me!
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| Comin' from the burbs, feedin' off the bird
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| Chirp, chirp, chirp, everybody’s gettin' served
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| Get what you deserve when you f**kin' with the best
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| Come into the nest and your egg gets cracked
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| Step back, you don’t need to stress
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| You don’t want to mess with the King Klick comin' from the west! |