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Ensembles
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Komponister
Udøvende kunstnere

Tekster: 3rd Bass. 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 him in)

Come in, to my cribbo, no reason you'll say ditto
No tea and crumpets, not servin' you no vitals
Little one sit, I'll kick to you a fable
So recline on the recliner, put your feet up on the table
Sable is a fox that's used for coats
The sable is a fable 'coz you bought yourself a goat
Skin all in, so ease up on 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 kids flippin', so now what you gonna do?
Go home, hell no, she don't want you there
Why need a man or either work when there's welfare?
Oh yeah, another scam see
The government's way to destroy the family

See life is a gamble, find the ball under the shell
Hell no, I kick two 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
"Oh, hello dear"
"Good morning"
"Very well then, suppose you come over here
But first"

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
A finishin' touch, much on the TP
Here the Three-R-D and the blind see
Why I flipped and why I ain't with the Klan
Which one you say all truth and true indeed
Y'all needs a speed knot
Knothead syndrome, sets off piano drops

So I please, and step with Kool Poppa Sha
Scopin' every skin without a bra
On the streets, Kurious like Jorge
Why don't you make like Run and Pause
Flaws in characters, 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, come in
Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in
Who's at my door?
(I don't know but let him in)

"I came in the door"
"I came in the door"
"I came in the door"
"I came in the door, door"