Kool Keith - Knock on the Door lyrics
[Kool Keith - Knock on the Door lyrics]
The world gon' criticize, talk
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk
Inspect my shit, dissect my shit
Like the nurse takin samples of my
Urine bottles down to the hall
I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball
These niggas can't be serious with
Flowers on they shorts playin volleyball
Oversaturated shit on the street
I'm tired of y'all
With goo gobs, of applied shit
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot shit'?!
Go 'head, tie him up
Make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton
The bitches pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon
Two eggs with cheesy reezy
Baby fuckin with niccarightus make those
8 tons of fun's woman
That cook fit and lift dumptrucks
Become sleepy and lazy
Six quarter peas by yourself for weight
Loss programs in New York
Obesity motherfuckers even Sam
Know you're crazy
Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me
CD's caters as these stanzas
Quantize this shit
Let daylight this document sunrise the shit
I love them sun visors when I spit
Off the curb with mines I step
Into major great dane shit
Saw the muzzle off
That nigga piss on your pit
'Til he shake nervous
Watch him bark in the storeroom
Bear a frown worthless
Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck
Bitch in the front, with them titties out
Shirtless
I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump
When I lay words down your ass jump
Like Mike from the foul line
Ballers scrape the balls
Speakers don't make economical bastard
Instantly Alpine, cell boost niggas
Y'all do cheerleader rhymes
Studio scared growth
Look over your shoulder, can't flow niggas
In the maxi-coat, maybe mink
I can't wait to sport my shit
In front of basketball players
And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin ass with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father fuck
It I'ma fire Casey that's for Joe Jiggy
You sit on your ass with spider webs
Because you never made it pro niggy
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk
Inspect my shit, dissect my shit
Like the nurse takin samples of my
Urine bottles down to the hall
I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball
These niggas can't be serious with
Flowers on they shorts playin volleyball
Oversaturated shit on the street
I'm tired of y'all
With goo gobs, of applied shit
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot shit'?!
Go 'head, tie him up
Make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton
The bitches pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon
Two eggs with cheesy reezy
Baby fuckin with niccarightus make those
8 tons of fun's woman
That cook fit and lift dumptrucks
Become sleepy and lazy
Six quarter peas by yourself for weight
Loss programs in New York
Obesity motherfuckers even Sam
Know you're crazy
Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me
CD's caters as these stanzas
Quantize this shit
Let daylight this document sunrise the shit
I love them sun visors when I spit
Off the curb with mines I step
Into major great dane shit
Saw the muzzle off
That nigga piss on your pit
'Til he shake nervous
Watch him bark in the storeroom
Bear a frown worthless
Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck
Bitch in the front, with them titties out
Shirtless
I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump
When I lay words down your ass jump
Like Mike from the foul line
Ballers scrape the balls
Speakers don't make economical bastard
Instantly Alpine, cell boost niggas
Y'all do cheerleader rhymes
Studio scared growth
Look over your shoulder, can't flow niggas
In the maxi-coat, maybe mink
I can't wait to sport my shit
In front of basketball players
And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin ass with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father fuck
It I'ma fire Casey that's for Joe Jiggy
You sit on your ass with spider webs
Because you never made it pro niggy