No One Knows Songtext / Lyric

Dave West, Dilla Dawg collabo!

Hot sh-, hot sh-, hot sh-

Oh, it's the boy with the heat torching the beat

Of course it is me, but unfortunately

But you can hit me on the box

I'm busy on the block

Getting fifty on the crop, biatch

Getting ready to bounce with Nitty on them gold dubs, glow

Right to her house, float her out, cold, buss stones

We gon' have some fun, but no funds yo

I don't save 'em, I'm sorry, I don't love hoes

But I blow big blunt smoke

Keep one close and oh, you don't want those

So catch shit the size of doughnut holes

Don't like surprises, don't run slow

Spit it hot, hit the titty to the topless

Get the party over when the Mo' runs low

Get the party over with Namo runs low

This line and explanation needs to be removed

Get the trees out and hit it, cause we's out

And she's 'bout to get it, cause no one's home

At least that's what she told me, you know

We was 'bout to exit the club, swing to every truck, you know

It's made me sit back and... realize that (What?)

Ain't no stopping us, be a whole bunch of talk

Ain't no popping 'em, cause

But we out in the streets (What?)

All day and night, all blazin' high, walk straight inside

VIP baby, these days

DI

Pre-screens baby, let me see ID

I'm like pass the Mo' case, or no case

Out for cash, so no paper, no J (No way)

Like OJ I'm hitting the gas

With the old J, hid in my stash (Bounce)

Just for the hater

Pissed cause the McNas' clique rolls thick

With a fist full o' paper

Hit a twist up or swisha to blaze up

Get a whiff, get a lift up in J's truck

I said it before, pop up and get it poppin'

Quit the knocking, there's no one home

So far I've come to find there's no one here

They have done, done, done