Knockin Doorz Down

Another Myke Diesel production [Hook x2: Pimp C] Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine [Verse 1: Pimp C] R.I.P. to Robert Davis, he the king of the south Anything else said, need to shut your fucking mouth I'm down with Lil' Flip, and I'm down with T.I.P If them niggas come together, know how much paper we could see? Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all still bullshitting Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get Paul Wall and that Koopa still ain't talking Money speak, all that bullshit keep walking Y'all niggas got the game fucked up All you record company people need to shut the fuck up Cause y'all keeping up that bullshit rapping The white people laughing at 'em, that's what's happening The same stupid ass niggas still ain't figured it out Long as they stay divided, man we gon' run the south Y'all need to get up out the dumb shit I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shit, nigga [Hook x2: Pimp C] [Verse 2: P.O.P.] Hey, I got the bass quaking, trunk shaking like tambourines In the H, where them paints sweet as tangerines Where they bouncing on fours like trampolines It's the great state of Texas so I can't believe All the conflict and plex that we carrying It's time to get rid of the beef like vegetarians I'm 'bout stacking bank, everyday So I pay attention to the vets and I ain't talking 'bout a Chevrolet Keke the Don, Pimp C a king Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town, we the team It ain't no I in that, you trying that, you be fatigued But if we man up and press, we could lead the league We some all-stars, the roster is sick, man I ain't gotta start, P.O.P.'ll be the sixth man Rap-A-Lot's a southern empire for the assist, man Three, two, one, swish, and [Hook x2: Pimp C] [Verse 3: Lil' Keke] You see the slab outside, it look good, don't it? Masterpiece, dripped out, with the fours on it Trunk airtight, speakers and them show lights Holding, cops around, nigga get your shit tight Let me tell you the meaning of coming through When the seats off-cream and the candy is dark blue Approaching downtown, knocking doors down Tint eleven slabs in a single-file line Flossing, swerving, the rims is glistening They gotta see the wood cause the top is missing I sleep on dreams cause it's paper I'm chasing My roots come from Texas, this Pimpalation The barre is tasty, the Benz is spacey I gotta show my class so these haters can face me Riding up the boulevard, crushing the sidewalk Showing my surround while I'm knocking the doors off [Hook x2: Pimp C]