Knoc-turn'al - Knoc lyrics

Whatchu want? Whatchu want? Get off me I pull quick, it's useless I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta sh** It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths Who make hits? ( Who we wit? (Knoc) Westcoast parties don't stop Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker) Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer PH's and co*kblockers Ho-hoppers, weez n***az is off the rocker Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?) Takin names and takin orders Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya n***a that's Cali-fornia Palm trees and 6-3's on deez Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a Slangin boulders, thought I told ya True soldiers, comin from the motherf**in shoulders (WOOP!) [Chorus] Take it ea-say! (ea-say) 'Cause it's the motherf**in KNOC! Hotter than yo' block fulla motherf**in COPS! Bow down when ya see me! Knoc the truth best believe it! Take it ea-say! (ea-say) 'Cause it's the motherf**in KNOC! Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP! Bow down when ya pa** through! Knoc-turn'al God damn you! What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again) New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep Bogart yo beef get the f** off my street Getcha motherf**in a** beat L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop n***a what? I don't give a f** Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-a** thugs - Crips and Bloods (Hell n**-uh!) All my real n***az raise it up Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, n***a what? Blaze it up [Chorus] b**h you ain't 'bout sh**, my bad Turn off the lights, don't trip Give a nig' some ack right and act like.. You might.. lick balls tonight Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site Do d**, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night That's right, I like.. bi-s**ual women, f** dykes s** dick? No, but your father might f**in hermaphrodite! Duck the IRS, f**in Howard Stern's wife In traffic, b**h gave me head in real life L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right Westcoast on the grind, these n***az done lost they minds Straight loungin in the sunshine Here's one thing you b**h n***az must know f** you! Please believe that, and I mean that [Chorus]