Lyrics:
be ridin' 24 with them batman doors
[Hurricane Chris]
Da na na na na na na na
Na na na...
Blam Blam batman doors with the trunk on slam
Hangin' out
the cure
High stakes, earthquake, wide awake, heartache
Game, set, match, time, white lies, true crime
Door slam, lock turn, teach you what you need
spoken one word since
You cut me out you slam the door
You struck a match
You lit a flame, the fire now I'm alone
All by myself
Tryna the broken pieces
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
it ain't so, say it ain't so)
Rock-hundred-fo' (say it ain't so, say it ain't so, say it ain't so)
Slam peller back doors
know it's too late
And somewhere a door slams, a plot builds
And somewhere a missed bus, a held hand
And these eyes so nearly lock
But you pass by like
talking smoke, but i dont think you had the steam
Im walkin in solo, boy they said you a team
We go by any means, somebody said you had a dream
Throwin
have no place that we call home
And we surely had enough
So let's just go slam old doors shut
We won't have much but what we
Need is what we've got
What
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
I'm working for a life that's not domesticated
It never goes the way that you planned
Success is a door that always slams
I'm trying to break it
Sometimes, man, I feel like I can't take it anymore
My heart's already broken, so nobody can break it anymore
I broke through the rap door, but I'm still
matter how hard I try
It will always be a two-way track
I Slam the door, draw the curtains
It doesn't matter I'm still hurting
smokin' on thrax
Yеah, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas
She tryna' keep up wit' me, I'm fast-forward
Yеa don't you slam that door, hoe
Diamonds on me, it's a ice
breaking from a mistake
You could drop a plate or two and I'll go slam a door
You could start to pack some things and I'll ask are these yours
And when
ya bitch, I put that bitch up on the booth (slam)
She don't know about her nigga, paper keep her out the loop (huh?)
Fuckin' bitches by the three
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
hoe (you's a bitch)
If you a lame then you can't hang you gotta go
I was raised up by some niggas kickin' doors
Junkie hit the door he lookin' for
a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like be -ball
Killin chickens
a wierdo group of bugs slam a gang of funky joints
The provin's in the movin' of the baggy clothes
At the dimly lit clubs where flock the milk duds
Hip
just ignore the signs
In those dark clouds forming behind her silver lines.
Then the door it slammed like thunder and the tears they fell like rain.
can't ignore
Would you laugh in my face, would you slam the door
What if I told you
It's not supposed to
But it kills me to think that you call me yours
.jpg/300px-BackDoorSlam(by_Scott_Dudelson).jpg "Back Door Slam")
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