Lirik Lagu Knockin Doorz Down - Pimp C
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(feat. P.O.P, Lil' Keke)
[Hook]Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeI'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pineKnockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeI'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pineKnockin, 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 niggaz come together know how much paper we could see?Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshittinNeed 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 outLong 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!
[Hook]
[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 trampolinesIt's the great state of Texas so I can't believe (what?)all the conflict and plex that we carryinIt's time to get rid of the beef like vegetariansI'm 'bout stackin bank, everydayso I pay attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)Keke the Don, Pimp C a kingLil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the teamIt ain't no "I" in that, you tryin that ya be fatigued (yup!)But if we man up and press we could lead the leagueWe some All-Stars, the roster is sick manI ain't gotta start, P.O.P'll be the sixth man (sixth man)Rap-A-Lot's a Southern empire for the assist manThree, two, one swish ANNHH!!!
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]S.U.C... you see the slab outside, it look good don't it?Masterpiece, dripped out with the 4's on itTrunk air tight, speakers and them show lightsHoldin! Cops around, nigga get ya shit tight!Lemme tell ya the meaning of coming throughWhen the seats off cream and the candy is dark blue (dark blue)Approachin downtown, knockin doors downTint eleven slabs in a single file lineFlossin, swervin, the rims is glisteningThey gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missingI sleep on dreams 'cause it's paper I'm chasingMy roots come from Texas, this PimpalationThe barre is tasty, the Benz is spaceyI gotta show my class so these haters can face meRidin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalkShowin my chagrin while I'm knockin the doors off
[Hook]
[Hook]Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeI'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pineKnockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeKnockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhymeI'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pineKnockin, 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 niggaz come together know how much paper we could see?Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshittinNeed 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 outLong 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!
[Hook]
[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 trampolinesIt's the great state of Texas so I can't believe (what?)all the conflict and plex that we carryinIt's time to get rid of the beef like vegetariansI'm 'bout stackin bank, everydayso I pay attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)Keke the Don, Pimp C a kingLil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the teamIt ain't no "I" in that, you tryin that ya be fatigued (yup!)But if we man up and press we could lead the leagueWe some All-Stars, the roster is sick manI ain't gotta start, P.O.P'll be the sixth man (sixth man)Rap-A-Lot's a Southern empire for the assist manThree, two, one swish ANNHH!!!
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]S.U.C... you see the slab outside, it look good don't it?Masterpiece, dripped out with the 4's on itTrunk air tight, speakers and them show lightsHoldin! Cops around, nigga get ya shit tight!Lemme tell ya the meaning of coming throughWhen the seats off cream and the candy is dark blue (dark blue)Approachin downtown, knockin doors downTint eleven slabs in a single file lineFlossin, swervin, the rims is glisteningThey gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missingI sleep on dreams 'cause it's paper I'm chasingMy roots come from Texas, this PimpalationThe barre is tasty, the Benz is spaceyI gotta show my class so these haters can face meRidin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalkShowin my chagrin while I'm knockin the doors off
[Hook]
