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E-40 Snoop Dogg Travis Barker Dev and Ludacris - Knockin Lyrics




Feel the bass
You-you feel the bass
Y-you-you-you feel the bass
You-you feel the bass
Y-you-you-you feel

Cruisin down the boulevard feelin' hella good
Smokin' while I'm drivin', you would if you could
So I'm a push, smokin' on this Reggie Bush
Avoidin' the P's, steady tryin' to hit it (hit it)
Jesus G's, you niggaz don't get it
And she's a tease, you're never gonna hit it
She say she wanna keep her clothes on
I'm not a drummer but this summer the beat goes on
I told her, let me flip this shit, then I'll dip this shit
Then I'll hit this shit, I'm the magnificent
Equivalent to no other, relevant to recover
Sell that shit to your mother

[Chorus]
Tell me can, you hear, me knockin' knock knock-knockin'
I make, you feel, be-beat droppin' drop drop-droppin'
The bass, is bangin' out the place, place, is bangin' out
So can, you hear, me-me knock knock kn-knock-knockin'

Me, Luda! Yo (woo!)
You beat it like Ike Turner, I swang it like A-Rod
Up-and-comin' rappers better keep they f*ckin' day job
Cause I'm the best so they got me mistooken
So clock in and watch this lyrical ass whoopin
Cause they got flows that make hoes sleepy like slow jams
My shit rocks! (Cocaine!) Like Lindsay Lohan
Listen to Luda in the Cadillac Broug-ham
Try to turn me down and your niggaz like "NO, MAN! "
Don't you ever touch a black man's radio!
'Specially when Luda (Bust Rhymes) in (Scenario)
Plat' plaques from Rio to Ontario
Bustin' through your speakers like Tyson's in your stereo

[Chorus]

Ughhhh, I'll plug jumper cables to the bridge (Bay area!)
Put your lights back in this bitch (bitch)
West Coast representative from the label they call Sick Wid It
The best that ever lived it and spit it
And f*cked around and got away with it (got away with it)
Ughh, ever since the '80s I've been paved with it, overlooked and underrated
Gotta keep it real with y'all, I can't fake it (I can't fake it)
Ughh, I be off-beat then I'm on-beat
Then I'm off-beat then I'm on-beat and my style is so unique
I gotta have one teeth in my mouth and sweep a broad up off her feet (feet)
Took her down on the couch before I had a chance to speak (speak)
Skeeted all in her mouth and then we went for round three (three)
We was tied just like the soap opera [?], at the same time reached our peak

[Chorus]
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Feel the bass
You-you feel the bass
Y-you-you-you feel the bass
You-you feel the bass
Y-you-you-you feel

Cruisin down the boulevard feelin' hella good
Smokin' while I'm drivin', you would if you could
So I'm a push, smokin' on this Reggie Bush
Avoidin' the P's, steady tryin' to hit it (hit it)
Jesus G's, you niggaz don't get it
And she's a tease, you're never gonna hit it
She say she wanna keep her clothes on
I'm not a drummer but this summer the beat goes on
I told her, let me flip this shit, then I'll dip this shit
Then I'll hit this shit, I'm the magnificent
Equivalent to no other, relevant to recover
Sell that shit to your mother

[Chorus]
Tell me can, you hear, me knockin' knock knock-knockin'
I make, you feel, be-beat droppin' drop drop-droppin'
The bass, is bangin' out the place, place, is bangin' out
So can, you hear, me-me knock knock kn-knock-knockin'

Me, Luda! Yo (woo!)
You beat it like Ike Turner, I swang it like A-Rod
Up-and-comin' rappers better keep they f*ckin' day job
Cause I'm the best so they got me mistooken
So clock in and watch this lyrical ass whoopin
Cause they got flows that make hoes sleepy like slow jams
My shit rocks! (Cocaine!) Like Lindsay Lohan
Listen to Luda in the Cadillac Broug-ham
Try to turn me down and your niggaz like "NO, MAN! "
Don't you ever touch a black man's radio!
'Specially when Luda (Bust Rhymes) in (Scenario)
Plat' plaques from Rio to Ontario
Bustin' through your speakers like Tyson's in your stereo

[Chorus]

Ughhhh, I'll plug jumper cables to the bridge (Bay area!)
Put your lights back in this bitch (bitch)
West Coast representative from the label they call Sick Wid It
The best that ever lived it and spit it
And f*cked around and got away with it (got away with it)
Ughh, ever since the '80s I've been paved with it, overlooked and underrated
Gotta keep it real with y'all, I can't fake it (I can't fake it)
Ughh, I be off-beat then I'm on-beat
Then I'm off-beat then I'm on-beat and my style is so unique
I gotta have one teeth in my mouth and sweep a broad up off her feet (feet)
Took her down on the couch before I had a chance to speak (speak)
Skeeted all in her mouth and then we went for round three (three)
We was tied just like the soap opera [?], at the same time reached our peak

[Chorus]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: ALLAN GRIGG, CALVIN BROADUS, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, EARL STEVENS, TRAVIS BARKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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