(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
[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
Bang Bang featuring Hittman,Knoc-Turn'Al작곡:Andre R. Young,Brian Bailey,Marshall Mathers,Royal Rosheam Harbor
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
