Vārdi: J. Cole. Knock On Wood.

Aye, Cole Cole Cole Cole
And on the count of three,
Baby girll, Cole cole Cole Cole
And on the count of three,
Baby girll, Cole cole cole cole
Hey, uh, and on the count of three,
Blow Up, Blow up

Yeah, and that I will, nigga, that I will,
I keep a check list of rappers that I'm a kill
I use to play the bleachers before I had a deal,
Now a nigga gettin burned just imagine how that feel,
Hmm, I'll, fantastic,
Flip rhymes, flip beats nigga jamnastics
Ya style hot now but they just can't last with,
Somethin like the rap sand castle
Gone with the tide, I'm here for the seas,
Bend yo ass over bitch I'm here for a reason,
Cold breezin, flow freezin,
This ain't spittin hoe, I'm sneezin,
Use to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian,
No fun nigga, low funds was the reason,
Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in,
Now the Loews doors is what I throw keys in
Man talk about a come up,
Niggas see me in the street they talk about The Come Up,
Or talk about The Warm Up or nigga when ya album drop?
And why these lil rappers like to run they mouth a lot?
And J. Cole are you really from the south or not?
I seen yo jeans man them things must've cost a lot,
And do you get a chance to hang out with the boss a lot?
Even them hatin niggas like you at the barber shop.
Cole, yeahh that my mo' fuckin name
Nigga couldn't even watch the All-Star Game,
Had to do the whole Valentines Day thing.
Gotta play the game so my lady won't complain,
Three or four days I'll be back on the plane.
Do a couple shows where the people know my name
Look man the crowd full of pretty young things,
If you gon do dirt than ya can't leave a stain.
Mayne, Tiger Woods ya'll
He like them white girls, I like them hoods ya'll,
She got her head straight, she got a good job,
She give the best brain, she got that good jaw,
I got that good game, it's cause I'm good ya'll.
J. Cole, the little engine that could ya'll
And yeah I'm comin for the top like I should ya'll,
And bitch I'll never fall off Knock on Wood ya'll...
Cole