W.D.S - Kuc-Kuc (Knock-Knock) lyrics

Intro (Well.Done.Son): The sh** goes hard man, yeah We're about to k** this sh** Yeah X3 Okay Verse 1 (Well.Done.Son): I should tell you the story about the boy who started rappin' One in a million, working hard to make it happen One day he wrote lines, then he wrote verses And then he made songs, made beats, only good sh** Sk** that's the name that you should memorize He is on his way to success, you should recognize He worked so hard and from underground he reached the surface Delivering goods, like a delivery service Nobody helped him to figure out these things He is writing royal rap, yeah the king of kingz He eliminates rappers like a russian roulette Just spin the barrel... that's the fact One two three he can count the bars One two three he has reached the stars Now his rhymes cause a lot of side-effects And he sends rappers to retirement home... heart attacks Chorus X2 (Cla**ic): Kuc-kuc kucko, pogodi ko je Sk** i Cla**ic upadaju po svoje Kidanje sine, pravimo problem Sranje zarazno kao Texas HoldEm Verse 2 (Cla**ic): Ja sam ovde i sine samo je moje To sta cu sad s' ovim i sta s' ovim posle Sta mi je rap i sta ce mi to uopste Samo je moja briga, pa ne balavi o tome Ne radi fore, il' glupog fazona Ja ovaj rap zivim, pisem, evo 'dina osma Ako me kontas, skontaj, necu stati Jasno je dar imam i to necu da odbacim Istina, culi me samo ortaci Ali polako i ti ces, ima da me pamtis Ja sam Cla**ic, brat isti sine, sad... Palim sranje.. odoh u visine Rokam rime, price mog zivota Besan hodam, miran samo kad zamotam Ali guram i dalje, necu snove da prodam Ovo sam ja bre, ovo je moja borba Chorus X2 (Cla**ic): Kuc-kuc kucko, pogodi ko je Sk** i Cla**ic upadaju po svoje Kidanje sine, pravimo problem Sranje zarazno kao Texas HoldEm Verse 3 (Well.Done.Son & Cla**ic): I see you growin' up man over the years And it's not a fairy tale, it's just how it is You know how to spit the flame through the rhymes Your breath is straight fire man, burnin' lines Burnin' and blazin' you leave only ash behind you Chaos and mayhem that's the place where I can find you Then firefighters spread water on the plastic There's only smoke left, so you'll be smoking CLASSIC Brate pamtim, sve to jos od malena Ti si gurao svoje, pun svojih ideja Pored sranja i svega, ti gazis, stajanja nema Sad evo te, samo gledam, talenat platine vredan Tebra nisi jedan, vec sto jedan nivo gore Nema tu bita, rima, tu lete jebene bombe SKILL madafakaz, evo ga batica ovde... Vest momak, od danas tvoj novi problem Chorus X2 (Cla**ic): Kuc-kuc kucko, pogodi ko je Sk** i Cla**ic upadaju po svoje Kidanje sine, pravimo problem Sranje zarazno kao Texas HoldEm Outro (Cla**ic & Well.Done.Son): All in madafakaz This is how we do it, yeah