Knoc-turn'al - Bad Intentions lyrics

[Dr. Dre] Put your cups up, get your smoke in Baby, we partying, ain't nobody loc'n Who you provoking, what you want now? Take a look around, it's pimp sh** goin down It's a lot of b**hes, a whole lot of freaks Top notch hoes, they flock in every week What you wan' do, get your next thrill Take an X pill, how the s** feel? Damn you lookin good, all ten of y'all Wwanna roll (yeaaah!), I'm dicking y'all Keep your face down, keep your a** up You know what your doing, keep that sh** moving Keep them titties jumping, keep the Henny coming Every b**h in here need to be touching something I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot So how the f** could they not want a piece of Doc? [Hook: Knoc-turn'al] I don't give a f** cause I'm just Drinkin, smokin, straight West-coasting b**hes puttin a** in motion p**y poppin, s** promotin Got a cup? [Raise it up] Got a blunt? [Blaze it up] That's your b**h? [On these nuts] Really I don't...[Give a f**] All I really know is your ho wants to be with me, and she ain't playin And what I'm sayin (she creeps with me) And sleeps, between the sheets [Dr. Dre] Soon as the door close I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose We never love y'all, my n***as all macks We sip a lot of Yak, f** and never call back Pack women in the club until it's pitch black Thugs on their block wonderin where their b**h at Where you think n***a? She with the Aftermath Called her house, she ain't home, she with Aftermath No talkin, f** how your day go You want dick (yeeeaah!), will b**h say so Don't be shy now, probably the best at it They say a party ain't a party until the west at it Gravitate to the Doc like it's automatic Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it (yeaah) Time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits (oooh) [Hook] [Knoc-turn'al] When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me And what I'm sayin is she ain't playin (she creeps with me) And sleeps, between the sheets [Dr. Dre] Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general (yeaaah!) Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential (yeaaah!) What up Infinite, Mahagony droppin the instrumental (yeaaah!) Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh (yeaaah!)