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the knoc - knoc-turn'al lyrics

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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 t-ts
yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta sh-t
it’s ruthless, drunk off two fifths

who make hits? who we wit?
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 c-ckblockers
ho-hoppers, weez n-gg-z is off the rocker

sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka
with ‘pac and poppa, and redd fox’s doctor
takin’ names and takin’ orders
ya fake ya name and i’m all up on ya

n-gg- that’s california, 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-ckin’ shoulders

take it easy
‘cuz it’s the motherf-ckin’ knoc
hotter than yo’ block fulla motherf-ckin’ cops
bow down when ya see me
knoc the truth best believe it

take it easy
‘cuz it’s the motherf-ckin’ knoc
hotter than a freak who givin’ head who won’t stop
bow down when ya p-ss thru
knoc turn’al god d-mn 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-ck off my street

getcha motherf-ckin’ -ss beat
l.a., compton, long beach, whooptie whoop n-gg- what?

i don’t give a f-ck
hustlers, hood-rats, sick–ss thugs, crips and bloods
h-ll n-gg-, all my real n-gg-z raise it up
nuttin’ but dubs, you got a sack, n-gg- what? blaze it up

take it easy
‘cuz it’s the motherf-ckin’ knoc
hotter than yo’ block fulla motherf-ckin’ cops
bow down when ya see me
knoc the truth best believe it

take it easy
‘cuz it’s the motherf-ckin’ knoc
hotter than a freak who givin’ head who won’t stop
bow down when ya p-ss thru
knoc turn’al god d-mn you

b-tch, you ain’t ’bout sh-t, my bad
turn off the lights, don’t trip
give a nig’ some ack right and act like
you might lick b-lls tonight

girls all pause, h-ll nah, girls drop draws on site
do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night
that’s right, i like bis-xual women, f-ck dyk-s
suck d-ck, no, but your father might

f-ckin’ hermaphrodite
duck the irs, f-ckin’ howard stern’s wife
in traffic, b-tch gave me head in real life
l.a. city lights, c.a. get it right

westcoast on the grind, these n-gg-z done lost they minds
straight loungin’ in the sunshine
here’s one thing you b-tch n-gg-z must know
f-ck you, please believe that and i mean that

take it easy
‘cuz it’s the motherf-ckin’ knoc
hotter than yo’ block fulla motherf-ckin’ cops
bow down when ya see me
knoc the truth best believe it

take it easy
‘cuz it’s the motherf-ckin’ knoc
hotter than a freak who givin’ head who won’t stop
bow down when ya p-ss thru
knoc turn’al god d-mn you

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