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Whatchu want? Whatchu want? Get off me [Knoc] I pull quick, it's useless [Knoc] I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped [Knoc] Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits [Dr.D] Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit [Dr.D] It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths [Dr.D] Who make hits? (Dre) [Knoc-turn'al] Who we wit? (Knoc) Westcoast parties don't stop Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker) Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer PH's and cockblockers Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?) Takin names and takin orders Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya Nigga that's Cali-fornia Palm trees and 6-3's on deez Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a Slangin boulders, thought I told ya True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Take it ea-say! (ea-say) Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC! Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS! Bow down when ya see me! Knoc the truth best believe it! Take it ea-say! (ea-say) Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC! Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP! Bow down when ya pass thru! Knoc-turn'al God damn you! [Knoc-turn'al] What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again) New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street Getcha motherfuckin ass beat L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what? I don't give a fuck Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggaz raise it up Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up [Hook: Missy Elliott] [Knoc-turn'al] Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad Turn off the lights, don't trip Give a nig' some ack right and act like.. You might.. lick balls tonight Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night That's right, I like.. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes Suck dick? No, but your father might Fuckin hermaphrodite! Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds Straight loungin in the sunshine Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that [Hook: Missy Elliott] |
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| 3:33 |
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[Samuel Christian] You ready? [Knoc-Turn'al] Yes, ha ha ha Yeah, yeah Let's go, I like singing [Knoc-Turn'al] My music, my life, my heart, my soul My music, my everything, I give my all My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream My mother, my father, my brother, my team My camp, my squad, my house, my car My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter My toast, my all, my queen, my folks [Chorus: Samuel Christian] My baby! Walk like six strings Talk like she's my everything My baby! Loves me, hates me Leaves me, runs right back That sexy lady! All I know She shares all my confusion, so My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing I swear this though [Knoc-Turn'al talking] Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If Muzik should die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take [Knoc-Turn'al] She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind Her love, her smile, her touch, her time [Chorus] [Knoc-Turn'al] I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted My way, my day, my life - I love it I move, I groove, I shake, I love it My friends, my kins, I like, I love it I show, I prove, I live, I learn I show, I teach, I run these streets My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate My Benz, my lake My keys, my money, my love, my hate My clothes, my phone, my house, my home My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice My base, my chrome My rhythm, my music, my home My world, my girl, my life, my home, my... [Chorus] - repeat until fade |
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| 3. |
| 3:02 |
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[Knoc-turn'al] Super ugly! [Xzibit] Mr X to tha Z [Knoc-turn'al] Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa) LA indo Gangster and mack mo Bullets at your window (dangerous) [Xzibit] Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh? Try again faggot You've gotta ride better than that To move out in front of the pack It's two thousand and two My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up You weak fuck Shakin and dancing Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances I'm too advanced-is Never the same when I hit it and quit it You want it come get it, I'm wit it When I say that I'm wit it That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him [Knoc-turn'al] Warren G! [Warren G] What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit Too much smokin that Sherman shit I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what) The-the doctor Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me They tells me I can't proceed wit it I came back and got Warren G wit it [Nate Dogg] West coast Still smoking on that indo Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo I'm rollin on some real oh no Bout to get it, but niggas trip though Let's go I'm the realest and they all know Real dope You need a filter or you will choke Indo That's all a nigga will smoke Oh no [Shade Sheist] Now, niggas better get between their door (door) I'm shakin all your shit onto the floor And niggas don't get it But be careful what you ask for you just might get it Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin) In other words, if your click full Can't press mute and it don't apply now I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick) I ain't trying to get no better But rather Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater [Knoc-turn'al] Knoc's landin Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup) Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin Who gots your undivided attention Who makes your panties wet girl (what) Hold up, pause Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws At parties and shows, I mash regardless Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk Mindin my own while haters throw soft The more I succeed, the more bitches clock Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see Knoc's landin [Nate Dogg] West coast Still smoking on that indo Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo I'm rollin on some real oh no Bout to get it, but niggas trip though Let's go I'm the realest and they all know Real dope You need a filter or you will choke Indo That's all a nigga will smoke Oh no |
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| 4:11 |
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[Time Bomb] I'm from the S-O-U-T-H side of C-A, why they try to P-H Still hit em up with that E-A, G-A to N-G-S-T-A So fuck them them other N-I- double G-A-S Hate the popos and kill the T-A Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes Mary jane and some loop while we swangs in the coupe Im addicting to macking hoes Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes LA's Finest and LA's behind us Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies D's still twisting, low low's still hopping Gangsta shit still dropping, Crenshaw still popping Gang signs throwing up, body's still showing up And O yea Time Bomb still blowing up, bitch When you got the L.A confidential up in the place to be Ride with me [Butch Cassidy Chorus] Let's All Roll, throw it up if you with me Im so cold, who am but staying G The Dogg Pound stays the learn all yall heard Please date me when stick before you get serve [Slip Capone] You know gangstas bang and gangsta slang It's just an gangsta thang Gangstas dip and some gangstas trip Im the gangsta slip and this gangsta crip I used bump brother with the gangsta nip Cause nobody else was on the gangsta tip Gangstas smoke shroom and gangsta rock perms Gangstas don't listen and gangstas don't learn Gangsta rock braids and gangsta jerry curls Gangsta's going take over the world Gangsta's go to jail, gangstas skip bail Gangsta's make mail and gangsta's would never fail Gangsta's goin stay on top Because the gangsta is going to make the gangsta shit pop Just lounge homeboy you in the gangsta zone Heart thrown in California where the gangstas roll [Butch Cassidy Chorus] [Jayo Felony] My nigga slip is an gangsta Cuz im an hoodster, an hood star Im taking the hood far The C Riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags Smoking the bombing fluid and keep dumping on you fags I heard and seen it all and im hoping you fall Keep looking at my nuts until I get crip ball Im still striving, yea ya word is about what im driving Your bitch is going me more, pedal to the floor Fuck an navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room If you cant to that nigga give me room Had an courney 89', but your bitch made me mine See the mother fucker ran on that biz state of mind For mine I did the crime, had to run one time And you take my dick in your mouth in one time I fuck you in the butt and crip walk your liver While I rich roll on the river [Knoc-Turn'al] Caught up in the land of hard time Back off mine, im mad im pushing an hard line An hard cat with hard raps and hard rhymes I hardly pay attention to rap My mine say hard dick serve to an bitch aint no crime Hood soft to hard dime, chicken way I flip mine Hard hit and rip like canines, hit hard heads with no spine March and start to take mine Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine Off hard liqueurs is harder than wine Knoc-turn'al comes through overtime When I die build me an shrine All is all is getting in my mind I aint begun to speak yet, until that time [Butch Cassidy] Let's throw it up, throw it up Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold Let's throw it up, throw it up Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold |
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[Intro: Knoc-Turn' al] Ahhh! It's a good day in LA, yes it is (yes it is) Motherfuckers can just wake up and relax And smoke a fat blunt or some shit Buy a fifth a Henn and get drunk (yes) Hey, bring that over, call them up Order me some motherfucking (Knoc-Turn' al) Hennesy [Verse 1: Knoc] Wu-Tang got mansions in the hills Hoe squat thick, hoe squat paying bills Red & Meth on hot wheels bumping down Sunset La Maridia, sky balling, what is this? My eyes, they caught up in the sea, look at Jay-Z At the Source's Swap Meet getting Memphis Bleek some fitted khakis Yeah, well real niggas get passes sometimes Out of bounds in the land of the sunshine Even Biggie said he was coming back (coming back) And if he did, we would accept him because a nigga is black You bleed just like us Picture me being scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me You bleed just like us Was a song I did, bumped on blocks and beaches with beat in my trunk [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Where 80 percent of the population gang bangs Most of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] Yeah [S-Dog] Night and day Welcome players we'll gangster step [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! Night and day [Knoc] Sraight up (what?) [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step [Verse 2: Knoc] You can catch LL on Venice Beach on Sundays catching sun rays I is playing this little game Like watching ass sway back and forth (what up, girl?) Macking the most, stripes on my coat, a bragging boast (West Coast!) Jennifer Lopez and Puffy at Miyagi's eating sushi Now, tell me what else does your eyes see A lot of other Coast niggas pass through frequently and it's cool Because y'all pay dues and I pay them too [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] Yeah [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Turn it up [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] We in the land of the sunshine where bitches have good times Palm trees and sea breezes And I'm out to find a fly fine girl so I can try out my new mack lines [Verse 3: Knoc] You seen The Lox? (yes), Ludacris? (no) Too $hort? (yes), that's my dog (so) I did a rap with him to increase my (dough) Was he dope? (yes) Is he fake? (no) Weak game? (banging), hop ('64's) Four or five deep with three or four (hoes) [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Where 80 percent of the population gang bangs Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! Night and day [Knoc] Straight up [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step [Knoc] Most of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] In the land of the sunshine where bitches have good times Palm trees and sea breezes And I'm out to find a fly fine girl so I can try out my new mack lines [Outro: Knoc] Yeah, fly is the weather - I feel the breeze L.A.C. night and day Inner city living with inner city game Casuas fat laces on some new Chuck's (yes) I got my running shoes on Gangstered out from head to toe (head to toe) Fucking hoes and patroling the hood Heat on my lap looking for a light Because, uh, I just rolled up a chronic sack That's some, that's some good shit |
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