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. f*ck
di*ks 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
n*gga, don’t ask me why. This sh*t 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. n*gga, you get smoked like a ham
But you know I don’t f*ck 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
f*ck 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, motherf*ck, yeah, sour too
Talking out the side of your mouth, I’ll take you out
I seen the whole sh*t, I took the whole route, no doubt
But still kept focus
Make the livest n*ggas 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 [?]