Knoc-Turn'Al

Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!
Oh yeah yeah
Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!!
Uh, woo! come on, uh
If I can go, with you
Yo, yo, uh

If I can chose a place to go it gotta be far away
From here we could crossover like Hardaway
Somewhere outside the states
where tommorow's like today
And I'm out in a space where nobody else can stay
And, if I can go, with you
Then I'll go get the ticket right now if that's cool
Have you ever been close to
feelin like leavin the coast too
Feelin like leavin with somebody who
Hold you the right way while watchin the night

Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade
When you know what he likes and what he might say
And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways
And, if I can go, with you
Way out the states no 2 ways and no page
No cells and no trace,
and you just a phone call away
So all I got to say is

If I can go, contigo,
I'll pack my things, soon as you say
Baby vamos, we'll fly away,
like there is no, no tomorrow
If can go, contigo,
I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
I'll get my things, soon as you say,
baby vamos, we'll fly away

And, if I can go, with you
Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people annoyed
And cry you better know
I know how to sneak with them toys
And boy with the block since around 94 boy
And, if I can flow, with you
Huggin Tato after the studio I roll with you
I send Dutch and three other goons to go get you
Sacario the name hold weights the whole issue
Grown men keep on cryin get mo' tissue
The way me and this girl be rhymin it's so official
Them I'm takin a trip too with no pistols
Cause everything peace only sand no streets
Little Miami Heat that's the plan we'll see
Two cups, one in Senado one in Sand Beach
And, I'll think I'll go, with you
So tell the station you need a week back to you

[
: Lil' Mo]
If I can go, contigo,
I'll pack my things, soon as you say
Baby vamos, we'll fly away,
like there is no, no tomorrow
If can go, contigo,
I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
I'll get my things, soon as you say,
baby vamos, we'll fly away

[
: Lil' Mo]
You can fly away, no one has to know
Will you take me with you, cause if I can go
Soon as you say the word, we'll be on our way
To a foreign place, you got to tell me

[Angie Martinez]
Yo, uh, so now that we got a plan are you comin?
We could plan a week
The only question now is LaGuardia or Kennedy?

[Sacario]
And a seat, know why?
the window cause I like to see
And seein as to how I'm so fly me
and the clouds can speak

[Angie+S]
And, since we 'bout to go, in a few


Go 'head

Oh, I just wanted to tell Trace thank you
That week off I'm grateful what was you tryin to say boo?

Nuttin just grab my chain off the table and 2 way too

Ok, that little place it's a great move
But ain't no problems, unless the water don't stay blue

And the shop's there?

If they don't got em, they don't make em
True!
No concrete just sand, throw away your shoes
Now, that we are on, our way
And our bags is packed and the car service is not late
Everything's ok,
so I guess I catch you on the next track
Now I don't gotta ask

If I can go, contigo,
I'll pack my things, soon as you say
Baby vamos, we'll fly away,
like there is no, no tomorrow
If I can go, contigo,
I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
I'll get my things, soon as you say,
baby vamos, we'll fly away

If I can go, contigo,
I'll pack my things, soon as you say
Baby vamos, we'll fly way,
like there is no, no tomorrow
And if I can go, contigo,
I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
Nothing at all,
I'll tell my friends, nothing at all

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]

[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

[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

[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

[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

(Knoc talking)
Yeah, This how we do. This a lil story about a...
nigga *uh* you know well; Knoc-Turn'Al

(Chorus)
I can see you watchin'
Waitin' in my garden
In My bush is plottin'
Peepin' Toms at my home
Lookin'in my window

(verse 1)
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'Al
America's most wanted fa sho
In a black lo-lo with tinted windows
Im just cruisin' down the street in my 6-Fo
Checkin' all my tramps and all my ho's
Life is Too short I stay on my toe's
G'd up spill "Gin & juice" on brand new clothes
Pull up, hit a switch and drop the back
On the prowl in the black hat lookin' for cat
I got a chrome plaque that reads "Who's The Mac"
Black pussy, always talkin' about it cuz I love it
This California Love got a nigga drunk and but
Express yo' self keep doin' it good
Got white on the block keep the heat in the bush
Keep rising to the top, keep smoking the cush
The Boyz N The hood are always hard
Come talkin that trash we'll pull your gaurd
Knowin' nothing in life but to be legit
Can't trust my homies can't trust no bitch
Don't quote me boy cuz I aint sell shit
It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen
And Ima hardened the paintless and Im steady dippin'
I get down while your bullshittin'
And these are the tales the freaky tales of a nigga on the grind that you know so well
Got system in your trunk then Im jackin' for beats, black superman
I put it down for LAC, Pistol grip pump at my lap at all times
fools be jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mines
Summer time in the LBC, Fuck the police
Fuck being bound by the law and and the peace treaty
We be clubbin', everybody like it when the girls shake somethin'
System overload stay bumpin it's Thug Life ya'll know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do and stay true
Post a tost to the Westcoast,
Easily I approach, the micraphone because I aint no joke
Tell your momma to get off my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
Ima hold it *ha* and walk around the stage-in
And if your fucked up, Im gonna get my gauge and
Shribble you up like california raisins
Unload the barrel and laugh
Cuz Im puttin' lead in your motherfuckin' ass.

(Chorus)
I can see you watchin'
Waitin' in my garden
In My bush is plottin'
Peepin' Toms at my home
Lookin'in my window

(Verse 2)
I'm on the radio and aint a damn thing funny
it's just like com bitch better have my money
*Snoop voice* I messed up and I don't know why
Trying to get a piece of that American Pie
Do my thing blow off the roff Im 1-8-7 proof
It's gettin Funky, Gettin' Funky*
It's the formula Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god I wonder can you save me
Dear Mamma Brenda had a baby
Hard times got a nigga goin' krazy
The Hood can't take me under it's a G thang
We back yard boggie in the land that we bang
Gangsta's make the world go round
What's my muthafuckin name? (Knoc-Turn'Al)
And I didn't have to use my AK
Today was a good day

*Beat fades*

[Timbaland]
Come on, can you feel me now
Uh, can you feel me now
Yo, can you feel me now
Uh, uh, can you feel me now
Everyone ready for this one
They didn't know that
Timbaland could go from the east coast to the west coast
You know Knoc

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
It's the Knoc (ha, ha, ha)
It's the Knoc, hit the block
Hittin' them corners on dub two's, you stop
They used to hate me now they scream Knoc's a whole lot (yeah)
Ran from me now they beg me to blow spot (what)
Meet a bitch (aha), down she go (aha)
Lick a nigga (aha), head to toe (aha)
Call me pop-a-long, back strong, grab toes
Knockin' three hoes, dippin' in the low-low (whoo)
Knoc's the weapon, Tim's the beats (the beats)
Runnin' ya country, the street block gets hot (ow)
Walk on the block and hate when niggaz change face
Used to be down but now they all act fake (yeah)
Fuck 'em (what), forget 'em, leave 'em alone
Outlive 'em, purchase a home (yeah nigga)
In the zone, keep the heat on
I love to make red bones moan
Looking like zones (cause what)

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
See me now, see me later
On the town, pimp suit, black gators
I get around, read my two-way pager
Smoke a ounce, stay out to get paper (come on)
Be out not ?, spot ? get closer
Wit game, I lace her, no rock, no chaser
Tim, Knoc, shit's over
Knockin' them, four leaf-clover
Knoc the rhythm, Tim's the bass
Shake ya ass, bone

(Knoc talking)
Yeah, This how we do. This a lil story about a...
nigga *uh* you know well; Knoc-Turn'Al

(Chorus)
I can see you watchin'
Waitin' in my garden
In My bush is plottin'
Peepin' Toms at my home
Lookin'in my window

(verse 1)
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'Al
America's most wanted fa sho
In a black lo-lo with tinted windows
Im just cruisin' down the street in my 6-Fo
Checkin' all my tramps and all my ho's
Life is Too short I stay on my toe's
G'd up spill "Gin & juice" on brand new clothes
Pull up, hit a switch and drop the back
On the prowl in the black hat lookin' for cat
I got a chrome plaque that reads "Who's The Mac"
Black pussy, always talkin' about it cuz I love it
This California Love got a nigga drunk and but
Express yo' self keep doin' it good
Got white on the block keep the heat in the bush
Keep rising to the top, keep smoking the cush
The Boyz N The hood are always hard
Come talkin that trash we'll pull your gaurd
Knowin' nothing in life but to be legit
Can't trust my homies can't trust no bitch
Don't quote me boy cuz I aint sell shit
It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen
And Ima hardened the paintless and Im steady dippin'
I get down while your bullshittin'
And these are the tales the freaky tales of a nigga on the grind that you know so well
Got system in your trunk then Im jackin' for beats, black superman
I put it down for LAC, Pistol grip pump at my lap at all times
fools be jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mines
Summer time in the LBC, Fuck the police
Fuck being bound by the law and and the peace treaty
We be clubbin', everybody like it when the girls shake somethin'
System overload stay bumpin it's Thug Life ya'll know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do and stay true
Post a tost to the Westcoast,
Easily I approach, the micraphone because I aint no joke
Tell your momma to get off my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
Ima hold it *ha* and walk around the stage-in
And if your fucked up, Im gonna get my gauge and
Shribble you up like california raisins
Unload the barrel and laugh
Cuz Im puttin' lead in your motherfuckin' ass.

(Chorus)
I can see you watchin'
Waitin' in my garden
In My bush is plottin'
Peepin' Toms at my home
Lookin'in my window

(Verse 2)
I'm on the radio and aint a damn thing funny
it's just like com bitch better have my money
*Snoop voice* I messed up and I don't know why
Trying to get a piece of that American Pie
Do my thing blow off the roff Im 1-8-7 proof
It's gettin Funky, Gettin' Funky*
It's the formula Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god I wonder can you save me
Dear Mamma Brenda had a baby
Hard times got a nigga goin' krazy
The Hood can't take me under it's a G thang
We back yard boggie in the land that we bang
Gangsta's make the world go round
What's my muthafuckin name? (Knoc-Turn'Al)
And I didn't have to use my AK
Today was a good day

*Beat fades*

[Timbaland]
Come on, can you feel me now
Uh, can you feel me now
Yo, can you feel me now
Uh, uh, can you feel me now
Everyone ready for this one
They didn't know that
Timbaland could go from the east coast to the west coast
You know Knoc

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
It's the Knoc (ha, ha, ha)
It's the Knoc, hit the block
Hittin' them corners on dub two's, you stop
They used to hate me now they scream Knoc's a whole lot (yeah)
Ran from me now they beg me to blow spot (what)
Meet a bitch (aha), down she go (aha)
Lick a nigga (aha), head to toe (aha)
Call me pop-a-long, back strong, grab toes
Knockin' three hoes, dippin' in the low-low (whoo)
Knoc's the weapon, Tim's the beats (the beats)
Runnin' ya country, the street block gets hot (ow)
Walk on the block and hate when niggaz change face
Used to be down but now they all act fake (yeah)
Fuck 'em (what), forget 'em, leave 'em alone
Outlive 'em, purchase a home (yeah nigga)
In the zone, keep the heat on
I love to make red bones moan
Looking like zones (cause what)

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
See me now, see me later
On the town, pimp suit, black gators
I get around, read my two-way pager
Smoke a ounce, stay out to get paper (come on)
Be out not ?, spot ? get closer
Wit game, I lace her, no rock, no chaser
Tim, Knoc, shit's over
Knockin' them, four leaf-clover
Knoc the rhythm, Tim's the bass
Shake ya ass, bone

Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker
West West y'all
Yeah L A niggaz
L A niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta
recognize yaknahmsayin
Niggaz don't wanna peep game
yaknahmsayin
But this shit come all the
way back around here
My nigga Dre droppin heat
box on y'all bitchass
Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize
L A niggaz connected all over
he motherfuckin world nigga
Recognize this
Now in my younger days
I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans
plus a four four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the
sewer's how I grew up
Loc'n smokin and drinkin
til we threw up threw up
At Leimert Park taggin
hittin fools up
Ditchin my class
just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast nigga
tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep y'all niggaz
quick to shoot you
Now there's another
motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother
when I manuever dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin King T starts
speakin indecipherable
I'm comin Straight Outta
Compton with a loose cannon
Smoke big green
call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners at last
another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks
I pop lock witcha
Picture this Dr Dre
twistin wit Tha Liks
and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip it's a Time
Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM
Wait a minute it's on I tell it
like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold
seperate check it
From sundown to sunup
clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two
in your gut nigga what
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival
each day in L A
It don't stop
we still mash in hot
pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L A
Gimme that mic fool
it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt
cause I spit like gats do
cock me back
Bust caps for my max
crew at Fairfax
who used to wear Air Max shoes
that's true
But I grew up where niggaz
jack you harass you
Blast you for that set you
claim where you from
Mash on you for your
turkish chain CK B K
Blued up or flame
I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz
get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble
yeah yeah
I bang though like Vince Carter
from the baseline
don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa
Cali AK's and 9's
One time's sunshines
and fine ass bitches
Hawaiian thai drive by
six fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood
called WHAT THE DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood
refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us
can suck a dick
If I catch you
touchin mine you catch
a flatline dead on the floor
Better than yours drivin away
gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX to the Z
Fuckin with me might
get you banned from TV
cassette and CD it's all mine
the whole nine the right time
Multiply we don't die the
streets don't lie
What so neither do
I I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your
face and blastin yourself
Five in the mornin
burglars at my do
Glock forty five
in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he
see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz
who by fifths by the fo
and bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face
with the bass Dr Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit
Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style
but can't find no openings
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival
each day in L A
It don't stop
we still mash in hot
pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L A

That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride

Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG
Everyday it's the same thang
L A ain't changed
Niggaz still playa hatin
but Dre ain't changed
I'm just a lot smarter now
cause these niggaz is bangin
ten times harder now
Niggaz ringin they ass up
in the wrong part of town
Better turn they car around
Rollin the window down
Hey can we talk it out
NAH GET THE FUCK OUT
Johnny got a shotgun
and he ain't even strong
enough to cock one
Fuck tryin to job hunt
Niggaz got AK's
niggaz is way crazier
than Dre was back
in his N W A days
Niggaz spray strays
and shool without lookin
Niggaz walk by and blast
without leavin a footprint
I think the attitudes
re twice as worst
It takes half the time
to get your life reversed
Always tryin to play
Rambo with they ammo
Make a nigga wanna stay
in family mode
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG
Late nights is full of led that
whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives anytime
Bullets take flight
when the fo' five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat
some get blew out
and every light
put you in the site of
youngsters with automatics
Bustin on shit to lay everything
down even tourists
and non affiliates
These days gun play is
official with green lights on
every block
Know the sign tells you
too it's not best to stop
On every corner
Cali niggaz are dumpin
You'll be shakin your soul loose
box at the coroner's
Makin death not so foreign to ya
Niggaz got Rugers and M 14's
with enough
ammo to leave an
armored truck swiss cheese
I've learned to stay away
from house parties
I've seen too many go and
end up absent without
leavin Ain't no
warm welcomings
my eyes have witnessed
the bend in on
Nights that don't sleep
and fireworks until dawn
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG
Now tell
what the fuck is this man
Niggaz doin brothers in
worse than the Klan
Can't even stand
in front of your buildin and chill
without yieldin
twelve year old children that kill
blood spillin
thugs be illin
unnecessary slugs
fillin the sky
usually drillin the
one that wasn't willin to die
yes sir in the Killing Field
I got my life preserver
And I'll do my time for murder
these niggaz got the nerve to
question me
bout the colors that I got on
Now see that red dot on your knot
Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune
I'm the wrong nigga to plot on
Took him out on the spot
before he even got on
my hitlist
peep this
I cock back you bow down
Bust round bloody the ground
retaliation sounds like this
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG BANG BANG
No matter where I go
all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG BANG BANG