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Knoc talking
Yeah, This how we do. This a lil story about a...
nigg* *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 nigg* 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 p*ssy, always talkin' about it cuz I love it
This California Love got a nigg* 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 b*tch
Don't quote me boy cuz I aint sell s**t
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 bulls**ttin'
And these are the tales the freaky tales of a nigg* 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, fck the police
fk 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 micr*phone because I aint no joke
Tell your momma to get off my tip
I have no time to give her my d*ck
Ima hold it *ha* and walk around the stage-in
And if your fked up, Im gonna get my gauge and
Shribble you up like california raisins
Unload the barrel and laugh
Cuz Im puttin' lead in your motherfkin' 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 d*mn thing funny
it's just like com b*tch 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 nigg* 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 muth*fkin name? (Knoc-Turn'Al)
And I didn't have to use my AK
Today was a good day
*Beat fades*