Текст песни Daz Dillinger - Who`s Knoccin` At My Door
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[Daz intro](Who is it?) Mac Shawn(Who is it?) The Mac!(Sup? What you need) I don`t know quarter, half or something, what? Fifty?(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty(Hold on, I got half for $250) Cash?(Dropping zones is $500 more) Oh my God(So what you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now[Daz Verse 1]I get up early in the morning, I`m yawning, I`m tired as fuckMy body aching, thanking God that I made it as much as I needBread, my mamma covered me under the shadowWith the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to battleAt a celebrity status, opportunities I`m grabbingIf it`s weed, or a better life I got to have itWith my homies I`m smoking, I`m taking away the painWith the problems that hold me down, and it seems to be strangeIt ain`t no thang to handle my situation just like a GWithout them dollars, I could say that my life is incompleteAnd to the world I`m a dogg pound gangstaMaking paper, who gives a fuck if I`m busting on playa hatersI can`t stand an infiltrater who`s suppose to be your homieBut later, in the end realize that he`s a phonyTo the police that raided my shit, making my shit hot againI relocated, came up on a jack pot of endsGot to hand it to myself, giving it all that I gotEveryday I gain money nigga, come up on glocksYou know, but I guess that I`m up on thangs for sureAnd I hear money knocking at my door[Chorus 2X]But I guess that I`m up on thangs for sureAnd I hear money knocking at my doorCan I hear money knocking at my doorCan the police be coming for the weed and the yoCan it be a customer looking for a dubI think they out just to set me up[Daz Verse 2]I`m more popular than ever, take me out nigga neverWill I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladderIt don`t matter nigga, what the fuck did I doPlus I got to keep it real and to myself stay trueI`m draped in blue and gray but I`m straight making it happenRobbin` or slangin` or I got to stay focused on rappingIt`s all about the legitimate way to make ya payNo fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or WattsWherever I lay my head down to sleepThanking God for my children and my soul`s at peaceYeah, am I the father I try to be?Between me and the mamma it`s drama won`t let it beSee I`m on my own, got`s to move onBitches to lend on, use `em and then just get the fuck onIf I boned, I fucked, it ain`t no thangLike the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fameRunning bitches like a video game, it ain`t no thangHad the freak of the week last week, it wasn`t no thangIt`s like that, freak nastyI know you fine but you look like lassie BIATCH![Chorus 2X]But I guess that I`m up on thangs for sureAnd I hear money knocking at my doorCan I hear money knocking at my doorCan the police be coming for the weed and the yoCan it be a customer looking for a dubI think they out just to set me up[Daz Outro]Y`all know when y`all selling dopeAnd everybody knocking at the mother fucking doorYou don`t know who it isIt could be your mother, could be your brother, could be the police, could be the feds, and it could be a nigga coming to smoke your assSo watch who you open that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!Yeah, this game is like a bubbleThere`s always a player hater that wants to prick itBut you got to let that bubble rise to it`s highest levelAway from the bullshitLet it float, let it flowThe way smooth shit go, with or without a lowWithout money or without a whoreBecause the highest power`s gonna see you through itFor sure, because that`s where belief comes in with selfLet it go, let it flow(you know what, you right)