Lyrics:
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Ain't no doors and no windows
Just a roll bar and a radio
If it rains you're gonna get wet
But that old 302 ain't let me down yet
It's a cutout
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Knockin', knockin'
Knockin', knockin', knockin' doors down, showin'
and passport
3-pointers, I'm nice with it
Fast break all backboard
First pick, Myles Garrett boy
Black bottle that's Rozay
Belaire by the whole case
Condo
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor
Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door
Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool
That worms got
the fuckin' king of this shit is
And it's about that time
Babies, get ready
Fórmula, Volume 3
Tony was singing 'bout heartbreak and I'll break it down
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
gonna put on my dancing shoes (then I'ma hit the door)
And go out and step the whole night through)
Snap in the name of love (I'm gonna)
Snap in
of holy water)
So the boy next door
Will give you the time of day
Three drops of holy water
And your whole future will clear up
You'll never be without
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I'm gon' bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin' Biscayne
Top
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
bounding onstage
Britain and the world at large may
Have just tuned into Outkast, but all three
Albums prior to Stankonia
Have been conceptual
And sonic
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (agh)
It's the return
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