K-OS - Doorite lyrics

[Hook 1: Saukrates] My mama said don't say n***a The world said, pull the trigger I'm sitting here trippin' off of old liquor And now I'm insistin' on a old rhythm I'ma doorite, I can do wrong I'ma doorite, I can do wrong, wrong [Verse 1: Saukrates] I got just all the glamour the lights The flames and rockets You couldn't imagine all the days that I flip From hero to zero Flip sh** backwards zero to hero Rebirth the access Now show your money But never show emotion Two little phrases sound like a pimp's potion I'ma play the game like a whale play the ocean Even if it mean the money move in slow motion I ain't saying nothin' but the real Flip the coin this a joint I say how I feel The peaks and valley define the alley cat Hope you rally back The wifebeater Barely cuts in Louie sneakers Seventh series Beamer Shallow chicks start your Benz And said OMG I guess it did better treat her The infinite pursuit I hope When you show true colors you were happy too Do it, do it [Hook 2: Saukrates] My mama said don't say n***a The world said, pull the trigger I'm sitting here trippin' off of old liquor And I'm insistin' on a old rhythm I'ma doorite, I can do wrong I'ma doorite, I can do wrong I'ma doorite, I can do wrong, wrong Yeah I can do wrong, wrong [Verse 2: Nickelus F] I gotcha And I give you every piece of me I hit the booth and bear it all with no decency Mama wishing that I was more of a Jesus freak I just hope I'm good with this good wood Jesus peace Been away from my spiritual lessons I pray these tattoos of crosses can get me into heaven Sold some weed to the son of the reverend Had his daughter up in the club Swallowing all our blessings Guzzle down a shot Take it down a notch Car sick like the cooties I circle circle round the block East Coast wish wash Tell me if you down or not You take me for granted Funny that's how I got my counter tops n***a I'm from that rich city slip Where they huntin' down lottery winners to catch a lick Where the young girls mess with old men and get corrupted Where if you carry on they chop and stuff you in luggage I love it [Hook 2] [Verse 3: K-os] Mine she hold ya, she hot krazy glue She's got weapons of ma** destruction Tucked in two places Two faces Can give birth to all races My homeostasis is faceless when I ace this I'm not a racist but still it's a race From the s**m to the egg From the time your daddy busted his third leg It's like gold to the uterus Move get out the way Throwin' them bones just like Ludacris I wanna be new to this world I wanna doorite I wanna new bike My first Pumas that came in white I wanna do wrong tonight But she sleeps by the light of the silvery moon So tight She magnetizes my Michael Jackson My inner fraction or my [?] actions Limits or subtraction action packin' Admits the plastic tracks I'm back I was born to rap That's why I'm —— [Hook 2]