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PIMP C : Knockin' Doorz Down lyrics

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PIMP C lyrics : "Knockin' Doorz Down"

(feat. P.O.P, Lil' Keke)

[Hook:]

Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme

I'm a, I'm a 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'm a, I'm a 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 $#&@in mouth (mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them ^!$$%z come together know how much paper we could see?

Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bull%#@!tin
Need 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 bull%#@! keep walkin (uh!)
Y'all ^!$$%z got the game $#&@ed up (up!)
All you record company people need to shut the !#@* UP! (shut the $#&@ up!)

'Cause y'all keepin up that bull%#@! rappin (uh!)
The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)
The same stupid $$# ^!$$%z s'til 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 %#@! (out the dumb %#@!!)
I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb %#@! ^!$$%!


[Hook]


[P.O.P:]
Hey, I got the bass quakin', 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 $$#ist man
Three, 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 it
Trunk air tight, speakers and them show lights

Holdin! Cops around, ^!$$% get ya %#@! 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

[Hook]

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