t think I'm getting through After that I'll knock it on the head After that I'll knock it on the head After that I'll knock it on the head Gonna get
m on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. [G:] Knock it out, baby, knock it out. [2:] I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl
it's true we've heard it all before But little Julie laughs no more Julie's now on her way to grandma's house A tiny little cottage in the woods Hunting
he's the real deal knock on wood All I know is he'll be here in a minute I hope he's love and I hope he's in it I'll be over my limit with Chorus This
top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villian
soap opera divorce, And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of course, And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces. It's like shouting
It's better than heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin C'mere, let's go in here" *knocks on the door* "Who's in the den?" [R] "It's me and Kelly!" "My bad
try this hallucinogen It's better than heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin C'mere, let's go in here' *knocks on the door* Who's in the den?' [Ron:] It
MADE DESTRUCTION ANOTHER MR. NICE TALK SURE'S GONNA CHANGE IT ALL AS LONG AS I CAN ROLL ALL THE DICE I KEEP ON PLAYING KNOCK ON WOOD AND EVEN IN THE
How Much Noise The City Makes See It's Just Another Day In My Neighborhood And The Police Ain't Fucking With Me Knock On Wood Or My Shoes Cause He Blew
average brother Cause you raped our women and we felt it But it'll never happen again if I can help it (me neither) Cause nobody in my neighborhood has
one good arm so it's on Can you hear? Ahh tongue in your ear Drop it the phones got a life of it's own Kiss me man hey come on Slip down the slide go
-or-trick." And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck it that's too sick Next house up was sittin back in the woods I was a lil frightened but fuck
me cuz I don't give a fuck It's all about what's going on in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother
nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice
compares you thugs I will put out the bub on top of yo' head This .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bullets The enter into your head and exit out yo'
this eve was right I'm a true killer A troop risen to do business Live on a booth on a river drooped with news clippings I only come out when it's time
mother-feezy Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon Apple
