Knockin

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’ma 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

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 fuckin 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

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

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 fucked around and got away wit it (got away wit it)

UGHH, ever since the ’80s I’ve been paved wit it, overlooked and underrated

Gotta keep it real wit 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

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