Knockin Heads Off Lyrics
| Song | Knockin Heads Off |
| Artist | Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz |
| Album | Kings of Crunk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Norris, Phillips, Prince ... | |
| Come on, yeah OK | |
| Mother******, y'all know who it is | |
| Lil' Jon, them mother******' East Side Booooyz | |
| I got my ****** Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son) | |
| We gon' do this for all the real mother******' ******s | |
| (Uh uh uh uh yo) | |
| Holla at them ******s J, come on | |
| [Jadakiss] | |
| Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown | |
| And ************ always wanna hit me like I just came home | |
| But I still put the tools in ya mouth | |
| ******s know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South | |
| This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin' | |
| So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches | |
| "Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days | |
| ******' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays | |
| When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch | |
| When you goin' to war every thug got his match | |
| SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it | |
| Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it | |
| It's like the jungle but the broads is fine | |
| And if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine | |
| Listen, I'm the wrong ****** to style with | |
| My mother******' problem to reconcile with | |
| ****** what | |
| [Hook] | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, mother******' heads off yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, mother******' heads off yeah | |
| You wanna go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| You wanna go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| You wanna go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| You wanna go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| What...what...what...what...what | |
| [Lil' Jon] | |
| We lettin' it go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| We lettin' it go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| We lettin' it go ****** | |
| Let's go ho | |
| What...what...what...what...what | |
| ************...******s...lay it...down | |
| Me and my...******s...fixin'...clown | |
| ************...******s...lay it...down | |
| Me and my...******s...fixin'...clown | |
| We throw our...******'...click up | |
| We give a ****** if you don't...like us | |
| We throw our...******'...click up | |
| We give a ****** if you don't...like us | |
| Don't...like...them...******s | |
| Can't...stand..that...************ | |
| Don't...like...them...******s | |
| Can't...stand..that...************ | |
| We'll...shut the...club down | |
| If y'all...******s...wanna clown | |
| We'll...shut the...club down | |
| ************...say...something now | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Lil' Jon] | |
| Whaaaat....Whaaaaat | |
| Y'all know when the beat breakdown and ************t | |
| What's up, what's up | |
| It's time to get mother******' buck wild in this biiiitch | |
| Now this what I want y'all ******s to do, what's up | |
| All the real ******s and ladies out there, OK | |
| Y'all need to repeat after me, right now | |
| I ain't scared of no ******, I ain't scared of no ************ | |
| I ain't scared of nobody in ya mother******' click | |
| I ain't scared of no ******, I ain't scared of no ************ | |
| I ain't scared of nobody in ya mother******' click | |
| Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t man | |
| Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t man | |
| Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t man | |
| Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Lil' Jon] | |
| Yeah, BME ho, we up out this ************ | |
| Ruff Ryders ho, what's up | |
| But before we leave | |
| I gotta let my ****** tell you his name | |
| [Styles] | |
| I'm Holiday Styles, where the ****** you thuggin' at | |
| I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat | |
| P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a ****** | |
| My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger ****** | |
| Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz | |
| All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys | |
| You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth | |
| Sittin' on the roof with the ******' 30-30's out | |
| I told you I'm a menace y'all | |
| I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall | |
| In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good | |
| Guns still sparke a lot | |
| Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers | |
| D-Block and everything, ************t you probably heard of us | |
| Yeah I'm a Ryder ******, you ain't got a gun | |
| Or a mother******' knife, you ain't even gon' try us | |
| I'll leave you with a hole daddy | |
| And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South | |
| I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy | |
| What - mother****** |
| zuo qu : Norris, Phillips, Prince ... | |
| Come on, yeah OK | |
| Mother, y' all know who it is | |
| Lil' Jon, them mother' East Side Booooyz | |
| I got my Jadakiss with me too DBlock, live son | |
| We gon' do this for all the real mother' s | |
| Uh uh uh uh yo | |
| Holla at them s J, come on | |
| Jadakiss | |
| Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown | |
| And always wanna hit me like I just came home | |
| But I still put the tools in ya mouth | |
| s know that I' m a monster on the East, but I' m huge in the South | |
| This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin' | |
| So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches | |
| " Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days | |
| ' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O' Jays | |
| When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch | |
| When you goin' to war every thug got his match | |
| SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it | |
| Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it | |
| It' s like the jungle but the broads is fine | |
| And if they ain' t puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine | |
| Listen, I' m the wrong to style with | |
| My mother' problem to reconcile with | |
| what | |
| Hook | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, mother' heads off yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, mother' heads off yeah | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| What... what... what... what... what | |
| Lil' Jon | |
| We lettin' it go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| We lettin' it go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| We lettin' it go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| What... what... what... what... what | |
| ... s... lay it... down | |
| Me and my... s... fixin'... clown | |
| ... s... lay it... down | |
| Me and my... s... fixin'... clown | |
| We throw our...'... click up | |
| We give a if you don' t... like us | |
| We throw our...'... click up | |
| We give a if you don' t... like us | |
| Don' t... like... them... s | |
| Can' t... stand.. that... | |
| Don' t... like... them... s | |
| Can' t... stand.. that... | |
| We' ll... shut the... club down | |
| If y' all... s... wanna clown | |
| We' ll... shut the... club down | |
| ... say... something now | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' Jon | |
| Whaaaat.... Whaaaaat | |
| Y' all know when the beat breakdown and t | |
| What' s up, what' s up | |
| It' s time to get mother' buck wild in this biiiitch | |
| Now this what I want y' all s to do, what' s up | |
| All the real s and ladies out there, OK | |
| Y' all need to repeat after me, right now | |
| I ain' t scared of no , I ain' t scared of no | |
| I ain' t scared of nobody in ya mother' click | |
| I ain' t scared of no , I ain' t scared of no | |
| I ain' t scared of nobody in ya mother' click | |
| Man that t , that t man | |
| Man that t , that t man | |
| Man that t , that t man | |
| Man that t , that t | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' Jon | |
| Yeah, BME ho, we up out this | |
| Ruff Ryders ho, what' s up | |
| But before we leave | |
| I gotta let my tell you his name | |
| Styles | |
| I' m Holiday Styles, where the you thuggin' at | |
| I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat | |
| P' ll go to war and ain' t never have to bring a | |
| My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger | |
| Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz | |
| All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys | |
| You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth | |
| Sittin' on the roof with the ' 3030' s out | |
| I told you I' m a menace y' all | |
| I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall | |
| In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good | |
| Guns still sparke a lot | |
| Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers | |
| DBlock and everything, t you probably heard of us | |
| Yeah I' m a Ryder , you ain' t got a gun | |
| Or a mother' knife, you ain' t even gon' try us | |
| I' ll leave you with a hole daddy | |
| And for the fact that I' m in the Dirty South | |
| I' ll be bouncin' in the old Caddy | |
| What mother |
| zuò qǔ : Norris, Phillips, Prince ... | |
| Come on, yeah OK | |
| Mother, y' all know who it is | |
| Lil' Jon, them mother' East Side Booooyz | |
| I got my Jadakiss with me too DBlock, live son | |
| We gon' do this for all the real mother' s | |
| Uh uh uh uh yo | |
| Holla at them s J, come on | |
| Jadakiss | |
| Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown | |
| And always wanna hit me like I just came home | |
| But I still put the tools in ya mouth | |
| s know that I' m a monster on the East, but I' m huge in the South | |
| This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin' | |
| So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches | |
| " Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days | |
| ' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O' Jays | |
| When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch | |
| When you goin' to war every thug got his match | |
| SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it | |
| Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it | |
| It' s like the jungle but the broads is fine | |
| And if they ain' t puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine | |
| Listen, I' m the wrong to style with | |
| My mother' problem to reconcile with | |
| what | |
| Hook | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, mother' heads off yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah | |
| We knockin' heads off, mother' heads off yeah | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| You wanna go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| What... what... what... what... what | |
| Lil' Jon | |
| We lettin' it go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| We lettin' it go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| We lettin' it go | |
| Let' s go ho | |
| What... what... what... what... what | |
| ... s... lay it... down | |
| Me and my... s... fixin'... clown | |
| ... s... lay it... down | |
| Me and my... s... fixin'... clown | |
| We throw our...'... click up | |
| We give a if you don' t... like us | |
| We throw our...'... click up | |
| We give a if you don' t... like us | |
| Don' t... like... them... s | |
| Can' t... stand.. that... | |
| Don' t... like... them... s | |
| Can' t... stand.. that... | |
| We' ll... shut the... club down | |
| If y' all... s... wanna clown | |
| We' ll... shut the... club down | |
| ... say... something now | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' Jon | |
| Whaaaat.... Whaaaaat | |
| Y' all know when the beat breakdown and t | |
| What' s up, what' s up | |
| It' s time to get mother' buck wild in this biiiitch | |
| Now this what I want y' all s to do, what' s up | |
| All the real s and ladies out there, OK | |
| Y' all need to repeat after me, right now | |
| I ain' t scared of no , I ain' t scared of no | |
| I ain' t scared of nobody in ya mother' click | |
| I ain' t scared of no , I ain' t scared of no | |
| I ain' t scared of nobody in ya mother' click | |
| Man that t , that t man | |
| Man that t , that t man | |
| Man that t , that t man | |
| Man that t , that t | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' Jon | |
| Yeah, BME ho, we up out this | |
| Ruff Ryders ho, what' s up | |
| But before we leave | |
| I gotta let my tell you his name | |
| Styles | |
| I' m Holiday Styles, where the you thuggin' at | |
| I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat | |
| P' ll go to war and ain' t never have to bring a | |
| My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger | |
| Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz | |
| All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys | |
| You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth | |
| Sittin' on the roof with the ' 3030' s out | |
| I told you I' m a menace y' all | |
| I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall | |
| In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good | |
| Guns still sparke a lot | |
| Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers | |
| DBlock and everything, t you probably heard of us | |
| Yeah I' m a Ryder , you ain' t got a gun | |
| Or a mother' knife, you ain' t even gon' try us | |
| I' ll leave you with a hole daddy | |
| And for the fact that I' m in the Dirty South | |
| I' ll be bouncin' in the old Caddy | |
| What mother |
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