| Feel the bass
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| You-you feel the bass
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| You-you-you-you feel the bass
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| You-you feel the bass
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| You-you-you-you feel the
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| Cruisin' down the boulevard, feelin' hella good
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| Smokin' while I’m drivin', you would if you could
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| So I’ma push, smokin' on this Reggie Bush
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| Avoidin' the P’s, steady tryin' to hit it
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| (Hit it)
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| Jesus G’s, you niggas don’t get it
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| And she’s a tease, you’re never gonna hit it
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| She say she wanna keep her clothes on
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| I’m not a drummer but this summer the beat goes on
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| I told her, let me flip this shit, then I’ll dip this shit
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| Then I’ll hit this shit, I’m the magnificent
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| Equivalent to no other, relevant to recover
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| Sell that shit to your mother
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| Tell me can you hear me knockin', knock, knock-knockin'
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| I make you feel be-beat droppin', drop, drop-droppin'
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| The bass is bangin' out, the place, place, is bangin' out
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| So can you hear me-me knock, knock, kn-knock-knockin'
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| Me, Luda, yo
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| (Woo)
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| You beat it like Ike Turner, I swang it like A-Rod
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| Up and comin' rappers better keep they fuckin' day job
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| 'Cause I’m the best so they got me mistooken
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| So clock in and watch this lyrical ass whoopin'
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| 'Cause they got flows that make hoes sleepy like slow jams
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| My shit rocks
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| (Cocaine)
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| Like Lindsay Lohan
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| Listen to Luda in the Cadillac Brougham
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| Try to turn me down and your nigga’s like, «No, man»
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| Don’t you ever touch a black man’s radio
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| 'Specially when Luda bust rhymes in scenario
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| Plat' plaques from Rio to Ontario
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| Bustin' through your speakers like Tyson’s in your stereo, go
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| Tell me can you hear me knockin', knock, knock-knockin'
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| I make you feel be-beat droppin', drop, drop-droppin'
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| The bass is bangin' out, the place, place, is bangin' out
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| So can you hear me-me knock, knock, kn-knock-knockin'
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| Ugh, I’ll plug jumper cables to the bridge
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| (Bay Area)
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| Put your lights back in this bitch
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| (Bitch)
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| West Coast representative from the label they call Sick Wid It
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| The best that ever lived it and spit it
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| And fucked around and got away with it
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| (Got away with it)
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| Ugh, ever since the 80's I’ve been paved with it
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| Overlooked and underrated
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| Gotta keep it real wit y’all, I can’t fake it
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| (I can’t fake it)
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| Ugh, I be off-beat then I’m on-beat
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| Then I’m off-beat then I’m on-beat
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| And my style is so unique
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| I gotta have one teeth in my mouth
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| And sweep a broad up off her feet
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| (Feet)
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| Took her down on the couch
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| Before I had a chance to speak
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| (Speak)
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| Skeeted all in her mouth
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| And then we went for round three
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| (Three)
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| We was tied just like the soap opera
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| At the same time reached our peak
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| Tell me can you hear me knockin', knock, knock-knockin'
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| I make you feel be-beat droppin', drop, drop-droppin'
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| The bass is bangin' out, the place, place, is bangin' out
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| So can you hear me-me knock, knock, kn-knock-knockin'
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| Knockin', knock, knock-knockin'
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| Knock, knockin', knock kn-kn knockin'
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| The bass is knockin'
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| The bass is knockin'
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| Bustin' through your speakers
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| Bustin' bustin' through your speakers like
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| Bustin' through your
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| B-bustin' bustin', through your speakers like ugh
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| Feelin' hella nearly, hella nearly good
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| Bustin' bustin', through your speakers like
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| Tyson’s in your stereo
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| Drop, dr-drop, dr-drop droppin'
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| Dr-dr-drop, dr-drop, dr-drop, droppin'
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| Drop, dr-drop, dr-drop droppin'
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| Dr-dr-drop, dr-drop, dr-drop, droppin'
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| Drop, dr-drop, dr-drop droppin'
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| Dr-dr-drop, dr-drop, dr-drop, droppin'
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| Drop, dr-drop, dr-drop droppin'
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| Dr-dr-drop, dr-drop, dr-drop, droppin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knockin' , by - Travis Barker. Song from the album Give The Drummer Some, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп