Knock On Wood

Cole, cole, cole, cole

And on the count of 3

Baby girl

Cole, cole, cole, cole

And on the count of 3

Baby girl

Cole, cole, cole, cole

Hey

And on the count of 3

Blow up - ah

Blow up - ah

Yea - and that I will

Ni**a and that I will

I keep a checklist of rappers that I'mma kill

I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal

Now a ni**a gettin burnt,

Just imagine how that feel

Mmm, ill, fantastic

Flip rhymes, flip beats,

Ni**a jamnastics

Your style hot now but they just can't last wit

Somethin like the rap sandcastle

Gone with the tide

I'm here for the season

Bend your a** over b**ch

I'm here for a reason

Cole breezin, flow freezin

This ain't spittin ho - I'm sneezin

Used to hit South Beach,

Stay at the Parisian

No fun ni**a,

Low funds was the reason

Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in

Now them loes dos is what I throw peas in

Man talk about a come up

Niggas see me in the street,

They talkin bout The Come Up

Or talk about The Warm Up

Aye ni**a when yo album drop?

And why these little rappers like to run they mouth alot?

And J. Cole are you really from the south or not?

I see yo jeans,

Man them thangs musta cost alot

Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss alot?

Even them hatin niggas like you at the barbershop

Cole! yeaaa, thats my motherf**kin name

Ni**a couldn't even watch the allstar game

Had to do the ole valentines day thang

Gotta play the game so my lady won't complain

3 or 4 days I'll be back on a plane

Do a couple shows where the people know my name

Look man the crowd full of pretty young thangs

If you gone do dirt then you can't leave a stain

Mane, tiger woods ya'll

He like the white girls

I like them hoods yall

She got her hair straight,

She got a good job

She give the best brain,

She got them good jaws

I got that good game,

Thats cause I'm good ya'll

J. Cole the little engine that could ya'll

And yea I'm comin for the top like I should ya'll

And b**ch I'll never fall off

Knock on wood ya'll

Cole