Текст песни Jadakiss - Knock Yourself Out (feat. Pharrell)

Kiss tha Game Goodbye
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Jadakiss
Альбом: Kiss tha Game Goodbye
Длительность: 03:33
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Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this I'm takin it right there - they leave me no choice AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh [Verse One] She said she was a model for a year and a half And if she took her pins out, then her hair would drop down to her calf I knew her man, he was just up North and would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K-I-double All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble If you ready we could move, just lose your man or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance Or 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 And I hate to brag I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out But in the mean time girl - knock yourself out [Chorus] Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out) Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out) Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out) Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out) Wanna run in my mansion? (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 And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time it's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh Front if you want, I puff a few blunts and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three] Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill And you might win some, but you just lost one Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill
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