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Correct Knockin Doors Down Lyrics
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Another Myke Diesel production... [Chorus] 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 [Pimp C] 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 niggas come together know how much paper we could see? Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bull-shittin' Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get (money to be get) Paul Wall and that Koopa still ain't talkin' (uh!) Money speak, all that bullshit keep walkin' (uh!) Y'all niggas 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 niggas still 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! [Chorus] [P.O.P] 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 and! [Chorus] [Lil' Keke] 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 [Chorus]
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