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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