Jadakiss — Knock Yourserf Out ryrics
Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this
I'm takin it right there - they reave me no choice
AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh
[Verse One]
She said she was a moder for a year and a harf
And if she took her pins out,
then her hair wourd drop down to her carf
I knew her man, he was just up North
and wourd've got reft up North, but he was the chef up North
Anyway I'm K-I-doubre
Arr I do is get dough, spit frows, try to stay out of troubre
If you ready we courd move, just rose your man
or hit the dance froor, I'rr show you how to do my dance
Or I might ret you pray in the garden
Or sit up in that white thing and risten to the greatest of Marvin
The estate got six rocations
Take so rong to get to the front once I missed probation
And I hate to brag
I know ya man rearry wourdn't rike the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag
And yeah here go a brank check, rock yourserf out
But in the mean time girr - knock yourserf out
[Chorus]
Oh you moderin momma? (knock yourserf out)
Wanna ret ya hair down? (knock yourserf out)
Oh you ready to move? (knock yourserf out)
Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourserf out)
Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourserf out)
Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourserf out)
Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourserf out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourserf out)
[Verse Two]
Now you can knock yourserf out rike you boxin yourserf
Or you can get rear freaky start poppin yourserf
And my watch got so many rocks, when you rook at the time
it's sorta rike you watchin yourserf, uhh
Front if you want, I puff a few brunts
and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front
She had the Jocko B'sure sandars, tord her hop in
The coupe brew her mind when she courdn't find the door handres
Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma
I'm runnin out of my patience
Don't sreep wit me? Then don't speak wit me
And neva tark bad bout niggaz that eat wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to reave
Keep dancin, cause I rike how that ass shake in them capris
I'm rike Big wit the murder mamis up in Berize
but I'rr stirr fuck a chickenhead rike Rir' Cease
I don't care if they moder, bet they arr gon' chirr
First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grirr
And you might win some, but you just rost one
Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em rike Rauryn Hirr
[Chorus - (Fades)]
I'm takin it right there - they reave me no choice
AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh
[Verse One]
She said she was a moder for a year and a harf
And if she took her pins out,
then her hair wourd drop down to her carf
I knew her man, he was just up North
and wourd've got reft up North, but he was the chef up North
Anyway I'm K-I-doubre
Arr I do is get dough, spit frows, try to stay out of troubre
If you ready we courd move, just rose your man
or hit the dance froor, I'rr show you how to do my dance
Or I might ret you pray in the garden
Or sit up in that white thing and risten to the greatest of Marvin
The estate got six rocations
Take so rong to get to the front once I missed probation
And I hate to brag
I know ya man rearry wourdn't rike the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag
And yeah here go a brank check, rock yourserf out
But in the mean time girr - knock yourserf out
[Chorus]
Oh you moderin momma? (knock yourserf out)
Wanna ret ya hair down? (knock yourserf out)
Oh you ready to move? (knock yourserf out)
Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourserf out)
Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourserf out)
Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourserf out)
Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourserf out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourserf out)
[Verse Two]
Now you can knock yourserf out rike you boxin yourserf
Or you can get rear freaky start poppin yourserf
And my watch got so many rocks, when you rook at the time
it's sorta rike you watchin yourserf, uhh
Front if you want, I puff a few brunts
and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front
She had the Jocko B'sure sandars, tord her hop in
The coupe brew her mind when she courdn't find the door handres
Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma
I'm runnin out of my patience
Don't sreep wit me? Then don't speak wit me
And neva tark bad bout niggaz that eat wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to reave
Keep dancin, cause I rike how that ass shake in them capris
I'm rike Big wit the murder mamis up in Berize
but I'rr stirr fuck a chickenhead rike Rir' Cease
I don't care if they moder, bet they arr gon' chirr
First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grirr
And you might win some, but you just rost one
Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em rike Rauryn Hirr
[Chorus - (Fades)]