knock, knock, knock on wood Babe I better I just don't know how else I'm gonna Knock, knock, knock on wood I better knock on wood Babe, I better knock, knock, knock on
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knock on wood Baby, I better knock Think I better knock on wood Think I better knock on wood Think I better knock on wood Think I better knock, knock, knock Think I better knock
done unfold let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my mind on a mill on a mission tryin to get
To Elysium They say there's a place for those who are good With it's pearly gates swinging wide open The rest of us here are just knocking on wood Quietly
money done unfold let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my mind on a mill on a mission tryin to
let walk by People on these streets that you don't try There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy
niggas like a seal, totin' steel, stick a nigga make him squeal Oh, my God Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard Come on
You don't know that I felt good When we up and parted You don't know I knocked on wood Gladly broken-hearted Worrying is through, I sleep all night Appetite
You don't know that I felt good When we up and parted You don't know I knocked on wood Gladly, broken hearted Worrying is through, I sleep all night
VERSE You don't know that I felt good when we up and parted. You don't know I knocked on wood gladly broken-hearted. Worrying is trought, I sleep all
Elysium They say there's a place for those who are good With it's pearly gates swinging wide open The rest of us here are just knocking on wood Quietly
junkie selling Christmas seals On North Park Street The "Priest" they called him "Fight tuberculosis, folks" People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a
six, so the game locked up 9-4 Fleetwood, headlights on Fifth let back, but the trunk moved on Flying through the hood, with the six 12's on Seal in
like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal Oh my God Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard Come on! [Chorus] [
