Kevin Hart - Knock Out lyrics

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Kevin Hart - Knock Out lyrics

[Intro: Kevin] Yeah, this ya boy Kevin Hart aka Chocolate Droppa, ya knowm saying Real Husbands of Hollywood season 1 was a smash Which means season 2' gotta be an even bigger smash [Verse 1: J. B. Smoove] Ah yeah--somebody knocked on the door I said it must be J. B. Smoove in the piece Yo son you wanna see me, pull out your smart phone and IMDB me I was real long before the show Ask my wife Shah, she'll let you know Don't question me, but act like ya heard Had enthusiasm long before curb Me and Matt Damon bought a zoo I live my life, thrill to thrill Just like my man Jonah Hill Cartoon voices I bring to life Robot Chicken, Black Dy-na-mite A show called The League and another called Bent Thats not my resume, it's only a dent So I'm bound to get paid on season 3 Or no JB on BET JB is the mothaf**in' sh** [Break: Kevin] The cypher continues [Verse 2: Duane Martin] Last year breakaway suit New Gear breakaway boots The truck that I drive got a breakaway roof When I get old I got the breakaway tooth Breakaway show, breakaway spoof I'm from Brooklyn, so you know I'm about the truth Yo we so hot, other networks not Started from the bottom, now we at the top Real Husbands got the number one spot We so conceited, cause the other shows conceded Yo check it out my album in stores September 35th, go cop that [Break: Kevin Hart] Breakaway suits the cypher continues [Verse 3: Boris Kodjoe] Sowas habt ihr noch nie gesehen Das Jahr des Ochsen in China, 1973 Mutter Deutsch und der Vater aus Ghana, das ist Afrika Und ich geh nach Amerika Ein Traum, kaum zu glauben bis ich da war No regrets it's a blessing to share a messaging In my native languaging All of these fools don't know what I'm saying though Checking the subtitles while watching their own show Who's the tallest? The ballest? The one with the flawless, the finest The halfest, the wideness [?] The german chocolatest, the ab checkers The one who nevertheless can teach you all some culture facts "Real" is "echter", "husband" is "Ehemann" Hollywood really dummy? Hollywood is Hollywood They call us mitches with attitude Who's they? Who do you think? It's Kev, it makes him feel good [Break: Kevin Hart & Nick Cannon] It just got real...the cypher continues That's a monkey with him We gon' Wild Out, I appreciate you How you gonna talk about my staff like that? Don't take none of this ish personally man [Verse 4: Nick Cannon] Yo I guess Nelly said it's hot in here cause Kev took his shirt off Question for his chest though--how you get that bird off? Kevin Hart, definition of a jerk off f** Chocolate Drop, your name Hershey Squirt Off Bunch of mitches Watch me get this work off f** rappin' y'all should've had a twerk off I'll tell ya like this real tight Matter fact we'll have a battle tonight I'm better than all y'all On top like a satellite Matter fact none of y'all even had a wife Y'all brought knives to a mothaf**in' cannon fight I done told you, I done had them right And if ya wanna get with than spit it Your facial expression look like you just sh**ted So I'll repeat, s**a s**a s**a And I never liked you anyway you pretty mothaf**a Nino Brown sh**, yeah I said it [Break: Kevin Hart] Well I thought we were all together today The cypher continues [Verse 5: Nelly] How I see now I'm the one they expect to spit No boss thus far, no Ross no Rick K-I-N-G, shout out to Tip The only rapper in this b**h, no disrespect to Nick More heart than Kevin, mo' tall and all The realest husband in hollywood, no wife at all Above the rim before Duane could crawl I was soul foodin' chicks before Boris was tall Not all, now here's the news I pick 'em up and drop 'em off to [school](undefined) Larry David made J. B. smoove I let J. B. hang with me and now J. B.'s cool You got a fool in your crew? n***a please, my whole crew is the fool Season 1 was the sh** too cool Now season 2, yeah a n***a renewed And uh, keep that to yourself And just watch me as I pat the wealth And uh, step back with the Versace scarf And uh, no tip, no biff, no barf n***a what you say? Check the mise Is them pants leather? So is mines [Verse 6: Chocolate Droppa] Save the best for the last so let's get it Drop a hunk of beef for a second so I can spit it Matter of fact keep it going I'm about to get raw, let's go We wear white cause doves cry This ain't your alibi Smack your girl then say "haha" Take it back cause I wanna say "bye" Saw you last week didn't like your face Saw you this week in the same place That mean I don't travel That mean I stay in the same place Got your spit in your face I got your girl looking (motions to body) And she wearing all lace Buck, buck, bang bang that's a gun homie Look at you, what you wanna do? Run homie I'm mad, I'm glad at the same time feeling all sad I miss my dad And sometimes that sh** make me mad But I'm back at being a real n***a Spittin like I'm Tommy Hilfiger Didn't like my clothes so I took em off Now look at me, cough cough That mean I'm sick I'm too legit to quit Like hammer without the dance moves I'm looking at you and JB Smoove Yeah run, run homie Yeah that's Bobby Brown homie Yeah, he is the king I'm doing this cause he's a chicken wing I'm on fire now Look at me, man pull me out now If you don't then say it won't stop Man at the end of the day it's Chocolate Droppa