| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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| Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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| I’ma, I’ma come through and show my wood pine
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| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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| Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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| I’ma, I’ma come through and show my wood pine
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| Knockin, knockin doors down
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| R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. |
| to Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
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| Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
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| I’m down with Lil’Flip and I’m down with T.I.P.
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| If them niggaz come together know how much paper we could see?
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| Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y’all s’til bullshittin
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| Need to sit down, take a tour, there’s too much money to be get (money to be get)
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| Paul Wall and that Koopa s’til ain’t talkin (uh!)
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| Money speak, all that bullshit keep walkin (uh!)
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| Y’all niggaz got the game fucked up (up!)
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| All you record company people need to shut the FUCK UP! |
| (shut the fuck up!)
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| 'Cause y’all keepin up that bullshit rappin (uh!)
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| The white people laughin at 'em, that’s was happ’nin (that's was happ’nin)
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| The same stupid ass niggaz s’til ain’t figured it out
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| Long as they stay divided, man we gon’run the South! |
| (uh!)
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| Y’all need to get up out the dumb shit (out the dumb shit!)
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| I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shit nigga!
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| Hey, I got the bass poking, trunk shakin like tambourines (tambourines)
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| In the H, where them paints sweet as tangerines (tangerines)
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| Where they bouncin on 4's like trampolines
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| It’s the great state of Texas so I can’t believe (what?)
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| all the conflict and plex that we carryin
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| It’s time to get rid of the beef like vegetarians
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| I’m 'bout stackin bank, everyday
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| so I pay attention to the vets and I ain’t talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)
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| Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
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| Lil’J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team
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| It ain’t no «I"in that, you tryin that ya be fatigued (yup!)
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| But if we man up and press we could lead the league
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| We some All-Stars, the roster is sick man
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| I ain’t gotta start, P.O.P'll be the sixth man (sixth man)
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| Rap-A-Lot's a Southern empire for the assist man
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| Three, two, one swish ANNHH!!!
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| S.U.C… you see the slab outside, it look good don’t it?
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| Masterpiece, dripped out with the 4's on it Trunk air tight, speakers and them show lights
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| Holdin! |
| Cops around, nigga get ya shit tight!
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| Lemme tell ya the meaning of coming through
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| When the seats off cream and the candy is dark blue (dark blue)
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| Approachin downtown, knockin doors down
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| Tint eleven slabs in a single file line
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| Flossin, swervin, the rims is glistening
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| They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
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| I sleep on dreams 'cause it’s paper I’m chasing
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| My roots come from Texas, this Pimpalation
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| The barre is tasty, the Benz is spacey
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| I gotta show my class so these haters can face me Ridin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalk
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| Showin my chagrin while I’m knockin the doors off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knockin' Doors Down , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Southern Elites, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп