Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mocknecks (Featuring DIRT NATION), artist - X-Ray.
Date of issue: 16.04.2007
Song language: English
Mocknecks (Featuring DIRT NATION) |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing) |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And. |
You don’t know nothing |
(You don’t know nothing. You don’t know nothing) |
Like |
Drips on the lips, I ips on these strips. |
Fuck |
Dicks in a diner—I want queens from Ghana |
Jet-black Niners that protect my reminder |
In case your honor try to get designer |
Like I’ll be met with this. |
No |
Instructions were sent with this. |
Not even a |
Goddess can creep up, deny this my strength like Titus |
Nigga, don’t ask me why. |
This shit the omega |
‘Cause I open all night like bodega |
Game like Sega, rips on the regu' |
Arm to a leg-ah, leg-ah to the arm |
Rough like a bag of traum—uh uh, clear |
My throat. |
Catch my goat. |
We be hiding sheeps |
In coat. |
Nigga, you get smoked like a ham |
But you know I don’t fuck with the swine. |
Nothing but |
The beef in my rhyme, never drop dimes |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing (You don’t know nothing) |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And |
We’re rulers, we’re schoolers. |
Each and every |
Night, door knocks, you’re foolish, two lips |
Talking with some large yapper tongue |
Caged in, now you swung. |
Look what your chick brung: |
Treats for all and goodies. |
You saw the sign |
No jeans, no kicks, no hoodies |
Fuck that! |
‘Cause that’s how we roll |
You don’t understand, you’ll find your left eye swole |
I’ll burn ‘em whole and |
Electrify a hundred percent, the Ben Franklin |
We break off limbs on horses to wins |
I’m spitting out phlegm to all of them, those who wanna |
Talk but don’t follow through. |
Yeah, I could be |
Sweet, motherfuck, yeah, sour too |
Talking out the side of your mouth, I’ll take you out |
I seen the whole shit, I took the whole route, no doubt |
But still kept focus |
Make the livest niggas take notice, and all my peoples |
Know this, spark up the next L |
Then write, the whole clique rock well. |
That’s it |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
(You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
And (You don’t know nothing). |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing, you don’t know nothing |
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts |
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