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travis barker – knockin’ lyrics

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“knockin'”
(feat. snoop dogg, ludacris, e-40 & dev)

[dev]
feel the b-ss
you-you feel the b-ss
y-you-you-you feel the b-ss
you-you feel the b-ss
y-you-you-you feel

[snoop dogg]
cruisin down the boulevard feelin h-lla good
smokin while i’m drivin, you would if you could
so i’ma push, smokin on this reggie bush
avoidin the p’s, steady tryin to hit it (hit it)
jesus g’s, you n-gg-z don’t get it
and she’s a tease, you’re never gonna hit it
she say she wanna keep her clothes on
i’m not a drummer but this summer the beat goes on
i told her, let me flip this sh-t, then i’ll dip this sh-t
then i’ll hit this sh-t, i’m the magnificent
equivalent to no other, relevant to recover
sell that sh-t to your mother

[chorus: dev]
tell me can, you hear, me knockin knock knock-knockin
i make, you feel, be-beat droppin drop drop-droppin
the b-ss, is bangin out the place, place, is bangin out
so can, you hear, me-me knock knock kn-knock-knockin

[ludacris]
me, luda! yo (woo!)
you beat it like ike turner, i sw-ng it like a-rod
up-and-comin rappers better keep they f-ckin day job
cause i’m the best so they got me mistooken
so clock in and watch this lyrical -ss whoopin
cause they got flows that make hoes sleepy like slow jams
my sh-t rocks! (cocaine!) like lindsay lohan
listen to luda in the cadillac broug-ham
try to turn me down and your n-gg-z like “no, man!”
don’t you ever touch a black man’s radio!
‘specially when luda (bust rhymes) in (scenario)
plat’ plaques from rio to ontario
bustin through your speakers like tyson’s in your stereo

[chorus]

[e-40]
ughhhh, i’ll plug jumper cables to the bridge (bay area!)
put your lights back in this b-tch (b-tch)
west coast representative from the label they call sick wid it
the best that ever lived it and spit it
and f-cked around and got away wit it (got away wit it)
ughh, ever since the ’80s i’ve been paved wit it, overlooked and underrated
gotta keep it real wit y’all, i can’t fake it (i can’t fake it)
ughh, i be off-beat then i’m on-beat
then i’m off-beat then i’m on-beat and my style is so unique
i gotta have one teeth in my mouth and sweep a broad up off her feet (feet)
took her down on the couch before i had a chance to speak (speak)
skeeted all in her mouth and then we went for round three (three)
we was tied just like the soap opera{?}, at the same time reached our peak

[chorus]

[ad libs to the end]



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