Knock Out - Kevin Hart

Yeah, this ya boy Kevin Hart aka Chocolate Droppa, ya knowm saying

Real Husbands of Hollywood season 1 was a smash

Which means season 2' gotta be an even bigger smash

Ah yeah--somebody knocked on the door

I said it must be J. B. Smoove in the piece

Yo son you wanna see me, pull out your smart phone and IMDB me

I was real long before the show

Ask my wife Shah, she’ll let you know

Don’t question me, but act like ya heard

Had enthusiasm long before curb

Me and Matt Damon bought a zoo

I live my life, thrill to thrill

Just like my man Jonah Hill

Cartoon voices I bring to life

Robot Chicken, Black Dy-na-mite

A show called The League and another called Bent

Thats not my resume, it’s only a dent

So I’m bound to get paid on season 3

Or no JB on BET

JB is the mothafuckin' shit

The cypher continues

Last year breakaway suit

New Gear breakaway boots

The truck that I drive got a breakaway roof

When I get old I got the breakaway tooth

Breakaway show, breakaway spoof

I’m from Brooklyn, so you know I’m about the truth

Yo we so hot, other networks not

Started from the bottom, now we at the top

Real Husbands got the number one spot

We so conceited, cause the other shows conceded

Yo check it out my album in stores September 35th, go cop that

Breakaway suits the cypher continues

Sowas habt ihr noch nie gesehen

Das Jahr des Ochsen in China, 1973

Mutter Deutsch und der Vater aus Ghana, das ist Afrika

Und ich geh nach Amerika

Ein Traum, kaum zu glauben bis ich da war

No regrets it’s a blessing to share a messaging

In my native languaging

All of these fools don’t know what I’m saying though

Checking the subtitles while watching their own show

Who’s the tallest?

The ballest?

The one with the flawless, the finest

The halfest, the wideness

The german chocolatest, the ab checkers

The one who nevertheless can teach you all some culture facts

«Real» is «echter», «husband» is «Ehemann»

Hollywood really dummy?

Hollywood is Hollywood

They call us mitches with attitude

Who’s they?

Who do you think?

It’s Kev, it makes him feel good

It just got real… the cypher continues

That’s a monkey with him

We gon' Wild Out, I appreciate you

How you gonna talk about my staff like that?

Don’t take none of this ish

personally man

Yo I guess Nelly said it’s hot in here cause Kev took his shirt off

Question for his chest though--how you get that bird off?

Kevin Hart, definition of a jerk off

Fuck Chocolate Drop, your name Hershey Squirt Off

Bunch of mitches

Watch me get this work off

Fuck rappin' y’all should’ve had a twerk off

I’ll tell ya like this real tight

Matter fact we’ll have a battle tonight

I’m better than all y’all

On top like a satellite

Matter fact none of y’all even had a wife

Y’all brought knives to a mothafuckin' cannon fight

I done told you, I done had them right

And if ya wanna get with than spit it

Your facial expression look like you just shitted

So I’ll repeat, sucka sucka sucka

And I never liked you anyway you pretty mothafucka

Nino Brown shit, yeah I said it

Well I thought we were all together today

The cypher continues

How I see now I’m the one they expect to spit

No boss thus far, no Ross no Rick

K-I-N-G, shout out to Tip

The only rapper in this bitch, no disrespect to Nick

More heart than Kevin, mo' tall and all

The realest husband in hollywood, no wife at all

Above the rim before Duane could crawl

I was soul foodin' chicks before Boris was tall

Not all, now here’s the news

I pick 'em up and drop 'em off to (undefined)

Larry David made J. B. smoove

I let J. B. hang with me and now J. B.'s cool

You got a fool in your crew?

Nigga please, my whole crew is the fool

Season 1 was the shit too cool

Now season 2, yeah a nigga renewed

And uh, keep that to yourself

And just watch me as I pat the wealth

And uh, step back with the Versace scarf

And uh, no tip, no biff, no barf

Nigga what you say?

Check the mise

Is them pants leather?

So is mines

Save the best for the last so let’s get it

Drop a hunk of beef for a second so I can spit it

Matter of fact keep it going

I’m about to get raw, let’s go

We wear white cause doves cry

This ain’t your alibi

Smack your girl then say «haha»

Take it back cause I wanna say «bye»

Saw you last week didn’t like your face

Saw you this week in the same place

That mean I don’t travel

That mean I stay in the same place

Got your spit in your face

I got your girl looking (motions to body)

And she wearing all lace

Buck, buck, bang bang that’s a gun homie

Look at you, what you wanna do?

Run homie

I’m mad, I’m glad at the same time feeling all sad

I miss my dad

And sometimes that shit make me mad

But I’m back at being a real nigga

Spittin like I’m Tommy Hilfiger

Didn’t like my clothes so I took em off

Now look at me, cough cough

That mean I’m sick

I’m too legit to quit

Like hammer without the dance moves

I’m looking at you and JB Smoove

Yeah run, run homie

Yeah that’s Bobby Brown homie

Yeah, he is the king

I’m doing this cause he’s a chicken wing

I’m on fire now

Look at me, man pull me out now

If you don’t then say it won’t stop

Man at the end of the day it’s Chocolate Droppa