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Knockin Heads Off - текст песни



Knockin' Heads Off


Come on, yeah OK


Motherfucker, y'all know who it is


Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz


I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)


We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas


(Uh uh uh uh yo)


Holla at them niggas J, come on








Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown


And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home


But I still put the tools in ya mouth


Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South


This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'


So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches


"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days


Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays


When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch


When you goin' to war every thug got his match


SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it


Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it


It's like the jungle but the broads is fine


And if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine


Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with


My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with


Nigga what








We knockin' heads off, yeah


We knockin' heads off, yeah


We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah


We knockin' heads off, yeah


We knockin' heads off, yeah


We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah


You wanna go nigga


Let's go ho


You wanna go nigga


Let's go ho


You wanna go nigga


Let's go ho


You wanna go nigga


Let's go ho


What...what...what...what...what








We lettin' it go nigga


Let's go ho


We lettin' it go nigga


Let's go ho


We lettin' it go nigga


Let's go ho


What...what...what...what...what


Pussy...niggas...lay it...down


Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown


Pussy...niggas...lay it...down


Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown


We throw our...fuckin'...click up


We give a fuck if you don't...like us


We throw our...fuckin'...click up


We give a fuck if you don't...like us


Don't...like...them...niggas


Can't...stand..that...bitch


Don't...like...them...niggas


Can't...stand..that...bitch


We'll...shut the...club down


If y'all...niggas...wanna clown


We'll...shut the...club down


Bitch...say...something now














Whaaaat....Whaaaaat


Y'all know when the beat breakdown and shit


What's up, what's up


It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitch


Now this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up


All the real niggas and ladies out there, OK


Y'all need to repeat after me, right now


I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch


I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click


I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch


I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click


Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man


Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man


Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man


Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit














Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitch


Ruff Ryders ho, what's up


But before we leave


I gotta let my nigga tell you his name








I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' at


I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat


P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga


My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga


Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz


All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys


You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth


Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's out


I told you I'm a menace y'all


I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall


In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good


Guns still sparke a lot


Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers


D-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of us


Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun


Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try us


I'll leave you with a hole daddy


And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South


I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy


What - motherfucker



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