What's behind, Your black door? I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah, May take a week, honey, It may take more, I wanna know, I wanna know, Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
Traduzione: The Black Keys. Black Door.
your Benz commence there's loads Jump in a ride, and it gets on to the designated Spot got the glock, cock 'em highly motivated Kick in the door, lettin
cut the shit up, like raw keys Like that from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down Only cause
was paid off soon after that he got laid off i'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow hold your black stallions and your black sheeps black
dealers were crooks They leave niggaz eyes cut out; what it means to us He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck Black truck pull up to the door Infa
of Jim Beam on the floor She's packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocket She's careful not to slam the door And as she drives she rubs her rosary
day but lookin' like I slang keys but these hoes will neva know cuz them ones will have you fat when you off in one of them clubs and dressing all in black
neck So his police senses suspects it's a domestic The girl looked like she took one to the eye With his hand on the gun he says 'drop the keys outside
Things you indore when u fuckin wit the boy All i hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I aint
Dis Time Im Walking Out The Door Because U Playing To Much' U Say Yo Ass Won'T Some Attention So Why Da Hell I Can'T Touch Ya Girl Do U Wanna Be Wit
water chillin on the front porch. I was leaned back laxin and puffin on some swag. When a bitch came up in a tight ass jag. She pulled right in the driveway bumpin clint black
gat nigga get my point cuz I jack roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan nice I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and ones
cubicles, on street corners Mourn my last line, corner moonshine Code name is street signs, fuck you, pay me Cheddar, couple keys of the raw, whips, keys to the door
blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door
to say piece to I pray about peace for you Very soon the Goetia will eat you The keys of Solomon will open the door to that bottomless prison And let
Swoopin while I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys
Verse 1 I was checking this girl next door when her parents went out She'd phone say hey boy come on right around So i knock on the door you were standing