Pimp C - Knockin' Doorz Down lyrics

Another Myke Diesel production... {*horn sound*} (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**in 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 bullsh**tin 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 bullsh** keep walkin (uh!) Y'all n***az got the game f**ed up (up!) All you record company people need to shut the fu*k UP! (shut the f** up!) 'Cause y'all keepin up that bullsh** rappin (uh!) The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin) The same stupid a** 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 sh** (out the dumb sh**!) I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb sh** n***a! (Hook) (P.O.P) Hey, I got the ba** 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 a**ist 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***a get ya sh** 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 cla** so these haters can face me Ridin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalk Showin my chagrin while I'm knockin the doors off (Hook)