Lyrics:
because I'm already late,
Uh the door opened,
And she locked on me
Eyes, her hands, sitting under her chin,
Hair all down by her shoulders, she looking good
the present
What better time than to go now so you down?
Hell yeah, let's go!
I mean why not that's different different
Cus you don't hear too many people
That
these directions
They'll make one thing clear
My dear, come on and get it
Two knocks followed by three
On the door, room 417
Grand Hyatt down the street
poppin' (Facts)
Can't forget show stoppin'
Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!)
Three clap Surf City gang slidin'
City of the Crips by the beach (Go!)
This
to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan
some more of it
Put a towel on the floor by the door and get lit
I'm higher than an astronaut taking a shit
I'm higher than the price of rice in
How I rap like this and I never had a tour
Got the ap oak ain't been off shore
Constructed rap and I broke down doors
Got the labels rich
Yeah
Cartiers (swoosh)
All buffs (swoosh)
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FNs (yeah)
Yeah,
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
at the door
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baby
Born, born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send you
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
Good to go
Only Straight fire
Smoke three more
Out the door
We Get higher
Feeling vibes from my pocket
Evidence of something popping
Snatch my keys up
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille
Aye, I spot you like a dalmatian
It's that food truck by the gas station
I don't trick, think of it like a donation
You looking good, but I know you
Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm Gorilla Zoe, mr missed to stack the door
right der by the corner store,
showed
Now I'm alone til I hear a knock at the door
I look and its you
You take off your clothes you know how it goes
When sun goes down
You'll be gone but
the hours go by
Fall and then arise again
I hear the darkness breathe
Sunk into the horizon
Fall down
Let those tears come down
Let them fade away
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
Bless you, Fellaair
Little bit of this, yeah
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz
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