Knockin Doorz Down

Another Myke Diesel production... {*horn sound*}

[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'ma, I'ma 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'ma, I'ma 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 fuckin mouth (mouth)

I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.

If them niggaz come together know how much paper we could see?

Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshittin

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 bullshit keep walkin (uh!)

Y'all niggaz got the game fucked up (up!)

All you record company people need to shut the FUCK UP! (shut the fuck up!)

'Cause y'all keepin up that bullshit rappin (uh!)

The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)

The same stupid ass niggaz 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 shit (out the dumb shit!)

I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shit nigga!

[Hook]

[P.O.P]

Hey, I got the bass poking, 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 assist 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, nigga get ya shit 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]