Knoc-turn'al - Str8 Westcoast (Remix) lyrics

[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 f*ggot 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 f** 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 f*ggot 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 n***a will smoke Oh no [Shade Sheist] Now, n***as better get between their door (door) I'm shakin all your sh** onto the floor And n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 b**hes 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 n***as 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 n***a will smoke Oh no