paroles de chanson That Knock - Bo Dean feat. Blu September

This that knock na... that MotherFuckin knock Na
Bout to wake up ya block na
Better call the cops na...
The MotherFuckin cops na...
We bout to turn it up a notch na
Cuz this that knock na...
That MotherFuckin knock na...
And that MotherFucker knock na
Yea this that knock na...
That Motherfuckin knock na
Don't get that ass knocked na

Fuck what go through yo earlobes
I'm the best on the globe
Who better? When is god coming back? Yea nobody knows
I'm so hot I'm so cold I be confusing these hoes
Kiss me all you want bitch I ain't no prince I'm a toad
You know what? Truth be told, it's Fuck what you've been told
Ain't no time to sleep out here you better stay on yo toes
On this road called life, you on the side of that road
I hope you got road-side assistance yo shit need to get towed
"Beep Beep" that's me, I just passed yo ass up
Bout to get off Hustle Avenue and get this cash up
All my niggas strapped up, half my Niggas masked up
The other half can fight the case Incase they need that back up
I keep cool no act up, I just lace these raps up
While I smell that beat aroma as Blu cook the trax up
Mommy back that ass up, do it slow then fastuh
Make them clothes disappear you know, Abracadabra
And I'm a slave to my craft, yet my craft I mastered
Bout to runaway, no underground the stars I'm after
Mainstream for the cream
Win a ring with the team
And I shine erryday so that bling ain't a thing
Bada-boom bada-bing
Bout to boom up the scene
That's a bomb when it explode, make room for the Dean
And I cruise with a lean, wit my boo on my side
The volume caught a contact that shit be too high

This that knock na.that MotherFuckin knock Na
Bout to wake up ya block na
Better call the cops na...
The MotherFuckin cops na...
We bout to turn it up a notch na
Cuz this that knock na...
That MotherFuckin knock na...
And that MotherFucker knock na
Yea this that knock na...
That Motherfuckin knock na
Don't get that ass knocked na

This shit knock and it rock
This shit hot it's no flop
When you hop in yo drop
This what you knock on the block
Roll dem windows down put that seat on recline
Press repeat or rewind
Hear the Dean one more time
I ain't stressing no dime
I be stressing my dimes
Pennies, quarters, nickles, dollars I need checks for my time
I'm the man with the plan, put them plans into motion
We just think it and do it a lot of planning no hoping
We don't hope cuz we know it and you know cuz we show it
When we show it you follow, take a pad out and note it
I spit a rhyme and you quote it
Quote that shit like you wrote it
Some call it swagger jacking I say secret promotion
Straight face no joking, is it laced what you smoking?
I get headaches from yo music I may need ibuprofen
Yea you watching and scoping, what I do is an omen
FroGOD, fuck a boat watch me walk on that ocean
I'm the best at my craft, soon the title I'm holdin'
I say "That's that truth" they call it bragging and boasting
I'm a man on a mission, turn a grand to some millions
Roll the land wit some minions, understand my intentions
Give a damn bout yo feelings
Fuck yo man that's my children, He a fan, me he feelin'
He a Stan in his feelings, understand I don't feel em
Yea Our kinds don't rock
Music like a door how I let it knock on ya block

This that knock na... that MotherFuckin knock Na
Bout to wake up ya block na
Better call the cops na...
The MotherFuckin cops na...
We bout to turn it up a notch na
Cuz this that knock na...
That MotherFuckin knock na...
And that MotherFucker knock na
Yea this that knock na...
That Motherfuckin knock na
Don't get that ass knocked na