Kiss - Knock Yourself Out |
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Knock Yourself Out
Kiss UhI'm takin it right there AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh She said she was a model for a year and a half [Verse One] then her hair would drop down to her calf And if she took her pins out, I knew her man, he was just up North and would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance If you ready we could move, just lose your man Anyway I'm KOr I might let you play in the garden Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin The estate got six locations Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag But in the mean time girl And I hate to brag And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out) Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out) Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out) Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out) Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out) Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out) Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out) [Verse Two] Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself Or you can get real freaky start poppin yourself it's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time Front if you want, I puff a few blunts She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma I'm runnin out of my patience Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me And neva talk bad bout niggaz that eat wit me [Verse Three] Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill And you might win some, but you just lost one [Chorus] - (Fades |
