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Kool Keith - Knock On The Door Lyrics

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Knock On The Door by Kool Keith [porno movie sex scene for the first 0:29]

[Kool Keith:]
The world gon' criticize, talk
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk
Inspect my sh*t, dissect my sh*t
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 sh*t on the street, I'm tired of y'all
With goo gobs, of applied sh*t
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot sh*t~?!
Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton
The b**ches pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy
Baby f**kin 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 motherf**kers 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 sh*t
Let daylight this document sunrise the sh*t
I love them sun visors when I spit
Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane sh*t
Saw the muzzle off, that nigga p**s 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
b**ch 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 scr*pe 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 sh*t in front of basketball players
And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin ass with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father f**k 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