Big Mello - Knock lyrics

(*talking*) Remind me to whoop your a** good, next time I see you [Hook - 2x] I make it n**y-n**y-knock y'all Up and down, the biggy-block y'all And now you know, it don't stop y'all And now you know I got ya, all y'all [Big Mello] I stick my finger in the ground, and turn the whole world round I make all these little playa hating punks, bow down Move around right about now, I got this locked My Southside body rock, keep trunks on knock I rock spots keep it hot, and it's me yo mi caliente What que paso ese, me el presidente Don Dada, I set it off like Osama Blow the spot like uni-bombers, see I bring the drama My raps attack tracks, emcees back-back Step to me on that mic, I'm like lyrical anthrax Deadly track a**a**in, known for smashing and crashing Egotistical rappers, I drop em all like Ca**ius Burn they a**es to ashes, shatter em like gla**es Whether flipping my tongue, or flowing slow as mola**es I'm cla**ic like Coke, my flows hook em like dope And when it's all said and done, it was murder I wrote [Hook - 2x] [Big Mello] It's the return of the body rocker, trunk knocker Hip hopper, making woofers sing like an opera When I creep I beat the block up, with my gangsta boogie Working wood like a vet, now watch me swang on these rookies Lil' cats move around, when my slab come down I pop a trunk lighting up, Southside H-Town I'm a 84 swanger, gator backbone crawler I-10 eighteen wheel, heavyweight hauler Big boss giving orders, Hiram-Clarke night stalker Bout it bout it like them boys, way down in New Orleans See I make the trunk beat huh, break the concrete My amps overheat, when I peep [Hook - 2x] [Big Mello] I come down chunk the deuce, out the damn Hollywood Sideways on Rick's, working wood looking good I swang through the Southside, f** a god damn vine I put them swangas in your life, and all you jackers gon mind Run up on me I'm dumping, I bar none fade all I'ma crawl through the South, West, East and the Nawf Tal'n bout what it do, don't like it n***a f** you Swang on me, you get your a** ran through Already co*ked and ready, strap lay by my belly Coming down knocking Nelly, on biscuit and jelly Represent the damn South, out of town I act bad Down here we don't rent, we pay our sh** straight cash All you video cappers, with them borrowed a** Bentleys f** your motherf**ing 20's, what you do don't offend me I ain't barring that foreign, I hit the slab on 4's With them low pro fo's, Southside gon hold [Hook - 4x]