Who's Knoccin' At My Door Lyrics - Daz Dillinger

[Daz intro] 

(Who is it?) Mac Shawn 

(Who is it?) The Mac! 

(Sup? What you need) I don't know quarter, half or something, what? Fifty? 

(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty 

(Hold on, I got half for $250) Cash? 

(Dropping zones is $500 more) Oh my God 

(So what you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now 

[Daz Verse 1] 

I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as fuck 

My body aching, thanking God that I made it as much as I need 

Bread, my mamma covered me under the shadow 

With the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to battle 

At a celebrity status, opportunities I'm grabbing 

If it's weed, or a better life I got to have it 

With my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain 

With the problems that hold me down, and it seems to be strange 

It ain't no thang to handle my situation just like a G 

Without them dollars, I could say that my life is incomplete 

And to the world I'm a dogg pound gangsta 

Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm busting on playa haters 

I can't stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be your homie 

But later, in the end realize that he's a phony 

To the police that raided my shit, making my shit hot again 

I relocated, came up on a jack pot of ends 

Got to hand it to myself, giving it all that I got 

Everyday I gain money nigga, come up on glocks 

You know, but I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure 

And I hear money knocking at my door 

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[Chorus 2X] 

But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure 

And I hear money knocking at my door 

Can I hear money knocking at my door 

Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo 

Can it be a customer looking for a dub 

I think they out just to set me up 

[Daz Verse 2] 

I'm more popular than ever, take me out nigga never 

Will I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladder 

It don't matter nigga, what the fuck did I do 

Plus I got to keep it real and to myself stay true 

I'm draped in blue and gray but I'm straight making it happen 

Robbin' or slangin' or I got to stay focused on rapping 

It's all about the legitimate way to make ya pay 

No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or Watts 

Wherever I lay my head down to sleep 

Thanking God for my children and my soul's at peace 

Yeah, am I the father I try to be? 

Between me and the mamma it's drama won't let it be 

See I'm on my own, got's to move on 

Bitches to lend on, use 'em and then just get the fuck on 

If I boned, I fucked, it ain't no thang 

Like the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fame 

Running bitches like a video game, it ain't no thang 

Had the freak of the week last week, it wasn't no thang 

It's like that, freak nasty 

I know you fine but you look like lassie BIATCH! 

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[Chorus 2X] 

But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure 

And I hear money knocking at my door 

Can I hear money knocking at my door 

Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo 

Can it be a customer looking for a dub 

I think they out just to set me up 

[Daz Outro] 

Y'all know when y'all selling dope 

And everybody knocking at the mother fucking door 

You don't know who it is 

It could be your mother, could be your brother, 

could be the police, could be the feds, 

and it could be a nigga coming to smoke your ass 

So watch who you open that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright! 

Yeah, this game is like a bubble 

There's always a player hater that wants to prick it 

But you got to let that bubble rise to it's highest level 

Away from the bullshit 

Let it float, let it flow 

The way smooth shit go, with or without a low 

Without money or without a whore 

Because the highest power's gonna see you through it 

For sure, because that's where belief comes in with self 

Let it go, let it flow 

(you know what, you right)