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Hood] Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kicking down in your front door Knock, knock, you hear the Glock cock And that thing pop on the .44 Posted on that same
Nigga only 17 but I'm runnin' the show Sellin' dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha! I think it's only fair that I should knock on wood 'Cause my bitch is on
t rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Got racks on racks on racks Got racks on racks on
mother, two sisters two brothers I used to think she didn't love us 'Cause she beat us so much plus she came home drunk But every now and then she'd knock on wood
year, I got a wooden roly-poly for Christmas You know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up They made 'em out of wood back then, that
t rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop 'cause the people on the block gonna show you where
Jag, on candy blue sprayed When I'm fresh out the Quay, on customized Six T.V.'s, banked up on MLK T-I-N-T, black on black I'm thoed So these niggaz don
know? One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas, you know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up. They made 'em out of wood back
Nigga only 17 but I'm runnin the show Sellin dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha! I think it's only fair that I should knock on wood Cause my bitch is on
get money through gifts They'll suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash Or ride a brother good then put a foot up on the gas of that brand new
t rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where
only 17 but I'm runnin the show Sellin dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha! I think it's only fair that I should knock on wood Cause my bitch is on
cars What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L [Cam'Ron] Uhh, uhh What mean the world to me? When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's Stop comin to
two sisters two brothers I used to think she didn't love us Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk But every now and then she'd knock on wood
