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๐Ÿ‘ค 3RD BASE โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ DERELICTS OF DIALECT โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:07
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โฑ๏ธ 3:07 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in!
Who's at my door? I don't know but let em in

To my cribbo, no reason, you'll say ditto
No tea and crumpets, not servin you no vittle
Little one sit, I kick to you a fable
So recline in the recliner, put your feet up on the table
Sable is a fox that's used for coats
The sable is a fable cause you bought yourself a goat
Skin or a limb, so ease up on the throttle
No role model and your life is out the bottle
The roll of the dice on the corner of the street
You get beat on 123rd Street
Done by the system that ain't really sayin nothin new
Your kid's flippin, so now what you gonna do?
Go home? Hell no! She don't want you there
Why need a man or even work when there's welfare?
Oh yeah! Another scam, see?
The government's way to destroy the family
See life is a gamble, find a ball under the shell
Hell no! I kick true and make the dome swell
Son, that's the end, I hear the doorbell ringin
And if that's your pops, tell the man to just come in

Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in!
I came in the door

Ask me why I wander on desert plains
I say the cactus still grows without rain
Plain to see from my horse without a name
I set it off, still things ain't the same
A case of wasted life, inner city blues
Goods for hoods from the merchant of grooves
I move your butts but a question lingers
I look at my hands, I sees ten fingers
My finishin touch, much on the pee-pee
Yeah the three R-D and the blind C
Why I flip and why I ain't with the clan
Which one you say all true fam?
True indeed, y'all needs a speed knot
Knot-head syndrome sets off piano drops
So I please, and step a cool papa
Shot scopin every skin without a bra
On the streets, curious like George
Why don't you make like run and pause?
Flaws in character, scrubs get done in
I swing it open y'all, so come in

Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in, come in
Knock-knock, knock-knock, come in!
Who's at my door? I don't know but let em in

I came in the door
I came in the door
I came in the door
I came in the door

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