Kickin' in da Door - DJ Paul

It was on a stormy night, I was ballin' 98

Every day of the week when I can’t sleep I’m out here tossin' yay

Police on the other side on the village, tryin' to scope me out with flashlights

I’m silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit

I ain’t got no license so I jumped out with the quickness

Got my track hot as hell, slowed up all my business

Clientel walkin' down the sidewalk, should I serve the fool?

Knowin' I don’t sell rock for rock cause he might be the narcs

Anyway asked him what he lookin' for, he said about three juices

Is this a stick-up or joke cause he got me real spooked

He stuck his tone to my face «Ey fool get on the ground!»

Jumpin' out the bushes: four young killers

They jumped me in my back, I’m (?) from the stang … it was so sweet

Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean

Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K

Hey make me click quick, don’t make a move trick

Hammer thangs with the gold gleem, big Pioneer 12 woofer screen

Window shake (?) juice on the crush

As I lean back like a mack, I’m the shit, pockets fat

Stack with (?) greens that I make, every trick that I break

They got treated the same way, always dark, never day

Hit the park on a sunny day, scopin' as I celebrate

GimiSumthin' Family, trick

I’m kickin' in the door, I’m makin' lemons hit the floor for keys

We smoke, we smoke, my pretty boy smile don’t joke

I’m kickin' in the door, I’m makin' lemons hit the floor for keys

Yeah he’s gone, met the chrome, buck him til I saw some foam

Fresh up outta jail, I’m out on bond, I gotta get back in

Hangin' on Hurst Village track, I was slip and slangin'

Horny for the women, tryin' to find some to stay up on

G’s tryin' to give me action, I don’t need the satisfaction

I ain’t lettin' a woman play me like a pimp

Let me know you trick and then I’m stickin' with the quickness on you freaky

tramp

Housin' at the crib I was playin' a hoe for (?)

(?) busted in with a whole bunch of anna

I was buttnaked when he reached up in the closet

Pulled out his Tec and said «Keep on (?) that freaky trick»

I ran into her sideways … fast

Dropped his guncrime …

(?) quick but with no money I left Lil Gin come in his gunnin'

The Tec, bullets in my back, I hit the ground

It’s on (?) just see I’m on my way down

Silked up like a dough boy, smellin' like Fahrenheit