| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in!
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| Who’s at my door?(I don’t know but let him in)
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| Come in, to my cribbo, no reason you’ll say ditto
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| No tea and crumpets, not servin you no vitals
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| Little one sit, I’ll kick to you a fable
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| So recline on the recliner put your feet up on the table
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| Sable is a fox that’s used for coats
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| The sable is a fable cause you bought yourself a goat
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| Skin all in, so ease up on throttle
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| No role model and your life is out the bottle
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| The roll of the dice on the corner of the street
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| You get beat, on 123rd street
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| Done by the system that ain’t really sayin nothin new
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| Your kids flippin, so now what you gonna do?
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| Go home, hell no, she don’t want you there
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| Why need a man or either work when there’s welfare?
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| Oh yeah, another scam see
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| The government’s way to destroy the family
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| See life is a gamble, find the ball under the shell
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| HELL NO, I kick two and make the dome swell
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| Son, that’s the end I hear the doorbell ringin
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| And if that’s your pops, tell the man to just come in Oh hello dear!
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| Uahh, good morning.
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| Very well then. |
| suppose you come over here!
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| But first.
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in!
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| Ask me why I wander on desert plains
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| I say the Cactus still grows without rain
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| Plain to see from my horse without a name
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| I set it off, still things ain’t the same
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| A case of wasted life, inner city blues
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| Goods for hoods from the merchant of grooves
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| I move your butts but a question lingers
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| I look at my hands, I sees ten fingers
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| A finishin touch, much on the TP
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| Here the Three-R-D and the blind see
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| why I flipped and why I ain’t with the Klan
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| Which one you say all truth and
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| true indeed, y’all needs a speed knot
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| Knothead syndrome, sets off piano drops
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| So I please, and step with Kool Poppa Sha
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| Scopin every skin without a bra
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| On the streets, Kurious like Jorge
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| Why don’t you make like Run and +Pause+?
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| Flaws in characters, scrubs get done in I swing it open y’all, so come in Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
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| Knock knock knock knock, come in!
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| Who’s at my door?(I don’t know but let him in) |