Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knockin Doorz Down , by - Pimp C. Release date: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Knockin Doorz Down |
| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme |
| Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme |
| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme |
| I’ma, I’ma come through and show my wood pine |
| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme |
| Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme |
| Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme |
| I’ma, I’ma come through and show my wood pine |
| Knockin, knockin doors down |
| R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. |
| to Robert Davis he the king of the South (South) |
| Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth) |
| I’m down with Lil’Flip and I’m down with T.I.P. |
| If them niggaz come together know how much paper we could see? |
| Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y’all s’til bullshittin |
| Need to sit down, take a tour, there’s too much money to be get (money to be get) |
| Paul Wall and that Koopa s’til ain’t talkin (uh!) |
| Money speak, all that bullshit keep walkin (uh!) |
| Y’all niggaz got the game fucked up (up!) |
| All you record company people need to shut the FUCK UP! |
| (shut the fuck up!) |
| 'Cause y’all keepin up that bullshit rappin (uh!) |
| The white people laughin at 'em, that’s was happ’nin (that's was happ’nin) |
| The same stupid ass niggaz s’til ain’t figured it out |
| Long as they stay divided, man we gon’run the South! |
| (uh!) |
| Y’all need to get up out the dumb shit (out the dumb shit!) |
| I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shit nigga! |
| Hey, I got the bass poking, trunk shakin like tambourines (tambourines) |
| In the H, where them paints sweet as tangerines (tangerines) |
| Where they bouncin on 4's like trampolines |
| It’s the great state of Texas so I can’t believe (what?) |
| all the conflict and plex that we carryin |
| It’s time to get rid of the beef like vegetarians |
| I’m 'bout stackin bank, everyday |
| so I pay attention to the vets and I ain’t talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no) |
| Keke the Don, Pimp C a king |
| Lil’J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team |
| It ain’t no «I"in that, you tryin that ya be fatigued (yup!) |
| But if we man up and press we could lead the league |
| We some All-Stars, the roster is sick man |
| I ain’t gotta start, P.O.P'll be the sixth man (sixth man) |
| Rap-A-Lot's a Southern empire for the assist man |
| Three, two, one swish ANNHH!!! |
| S.U.C… you see the slab outside, it look good don’t it? |
| Masterpiece, dripped out with the 4's on it Trunk air tight, speakers and them show lights |
| Holdin! |
| Cops around, nigga get ya shit tight! |
| Lemme tell ya the meaning of coming through |
| When the seats off cream and the candy is dark blue (dark blue) |
| Approachin downtown, knockin doors down |
| Tint eleven slabs in a single file line |
| Flossin, swervin, the rims is glistening |
| They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing |
| I sleep on dreams 'cause it’s paper I’m chasing |
| My roots come from Texas, this Pimpalation |
| The barre is tasty, the Benz is spacey |
| I gotta show my class so these haters can face me Ridin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalk |
| Showin my chagrin while I’m knockin the doors off |