Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Knoc, artist - Knoc-Turn'al. Album song LA Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'al, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.06.2002
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
The Knoc |
| 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 shit since ruthless |
| Drunk off two fifths; |
| who make hits? |
| (Dre) |
| 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 cockblockers |
| Ho-hoppers, weez niggas is off the rocker |
| Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka |
| With 'Pac and Poppa, Redd Foxx’s doctor (for real?) |
| Takin names and you takin orders |
| Ya fake ya name, and I’m all up on ya |
| Nigga that’s Cali-fornia |
| Palm trees and 6−3's on deez |
| Rims dip to make the spokes golder |
| Slangin boulders, thought I told ya |
| True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!) |
| Take it ea-say! |
| (ea-say) |
| Cuz it’s the motherfuckin KNOC! |
| Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS! |
| Bow down when ya see me! |
| Knoc the truth best believe it! |
| Take it ea-say! |
| (ea-say) |
| Cuz it’s the motherfuckin KNOC! |
| Hotter than a freak who givin head who won’t STOP! |
| Bow down when ya pass thru! |
| 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 fuck off my street |
| Getcha motherfuckin ass beat |
| L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what? |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs — Crips and Bloods |
| (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggas raise it up |
| Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? |
| Blaze it up |
| Bitch you ain’t 'bout shit, 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 drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night |
| That’s right, I like. |
| bi-sexual women, fuck dykes |
| Suck dick? |
| No, but your father might |
| Fuckin hermaphrodite! |
| Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern’s wife |
| In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life |
| L.A. city lights, C.A. |
| get it right |
| Westcoast on the grind, these niggas done lost they minds |
| Straight loungin in the sunshine |
| Here’s one thing you bitch niggas must know |
| Fuck you! |
| Please believe that, and I mean that |