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[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