Pimp C - Knocking Doorz Down (featuring Lil' Keke & P.O.P) Lyrics

(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 f**kin mouth (mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them n***az come together know how much paper we could see?

Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bull shittin'
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 n***az got the game f**ked up (up!)
All you record company people need to shut the f*** up! (shut the f*** up!)

'Cause y'all keepin' up that bull shit rappin' (uh!)
The white people laughin' at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)

The same stupid ass n***az 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 n****

(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, n**** 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)

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