(chorus) Lock the doors and board the windows so that nobody knows where we are, we are hiding from the world! (verse1) Take me with you becouse im
. Swallow hope So i wont go hungry. Lock the doors And board the windows So that nobody knows Where we are, We are hiding from the world! Lock the doors
lonely. Swallow hope So i wont go hungry. Lock the doors And board the windows So that nobody knows Where we are, We are hiding from the world! Lock the doors
Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH
how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT
deuce revolver was my problem solver Had a def girl, really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster But now I'm locked
on You walk by, they get wrong, you reply then shit get blown Way out of proportion way past discussion Just you against them, pick one then rush them Figure you get
to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time
Stay locked on my mission 'Cause most of these niggaz in the world Ain't thinkin' 'bout the future, young black entrepreneur And I'm out to get more, so baby open the door
head up and stick yo chest out And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out I hit the scence like po-po's In the four door chevrolet, we gas
I know the reason She know where the guns at, the lock box keys an The floor safe combo But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news Knock on the front door
the all black ballushies on, Jab you till your motherfuckin face is torn, (Uh-huh) Toungue is gone, (What else?) 3-piece suits is worn, Hate yall faggot ass niggas thats scared
song called Shit Me Ain't too fly for a ki, lemme get that price to me Hit me on my cell phone 44368 Posted on that front street Get there check and
ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when ghost just g'd off Cigars, paisley robes Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared
go lock it in the door Man I swore we can't go now the beat are made for us Young money sore you better flow to the shore In the line scare of maror
