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3rd Bass

Genres: Hip-Hop

Come In Lyrics - 3rd Bass

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" 

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