Kool Keith

Kool Keith - Knock On The Door lyrics

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[Kool Keith:] 

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 niggaz 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 



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[unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered] 

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 niggaz 

Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth 

Look over your shoulder, can't flow niggaz 

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
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Language: English

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