Mocknecks

Lyrics

Kwite Def ft. E Depp - "Mocknecks" [Emcee(s): E Depp and Kwite Def] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Hook: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)] You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing) You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?]. You don't know nothing (You don't know nothing. You don't know nothing) [Verse 1: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)] Like Drips on the lips, I ips on these strips. Fuck Dicks in a diner—I want queens from Ghana Jet-black Niners that protect my reminder In case your honor try to get designer Like [?] I'll be met with this. No Instructions were sent with this. Not even a Goddess can creep up, deny this my strength like Titus Nigga, don't ask me why. This shit the omega 'Cause I open all night like bodega Game like Sega, rips on the regu' Arm to a leg-ah, leg-ah to the arm Rough like a bag of traum—uh uh, clear My throat. Catch my goat. We be hiding sheeps In coat. Nigga, you get smoked like a ham But you know I don't fuck with the swine. Nothing but The beef in my rhyme, never drop dimes [Hook: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)] You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing (You don't know nothing) You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] [Verse 2: Kwite Def (of Dirt Nation)] We're rulers, we're schoolers. Each and every Night, door knocks, you're foolish, two lips Talking with some large yapper tongue Caged in, now you swung. Look what your chick brung: Treats for all and goodies. You saw the sign No jeans, no kicks, no hoodies Fuck that! 'Cause that's how we roll You don't understand, you'll find your left eye swole I'll burn 'em whole [?] and Electrify a hundred percent, the Ben Franklin We break off limbs on horses to wins I'm spitting out phlegm to all of them, those who wanna Talk but don't follow through. Yeah, I could be Sweet, motherfuck, yeah, sour too Talking out the side of your mouth, I'll take you out I seen the whole shit, I took the whole route, no doubt But still kept focus Make the livest niggas take notice, and all my peoples Know this, spark up the next L Then write, the whole clique rock well. That's it [Hook: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)] You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?] (You don't know nothing). You don't know nothing You don't know nothing You don't know nothing, you don't know nothing You don't know nothing 'bout mocknecks, suede fronts And [?]