[Knoc talking]
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Yeah, This how we do. This a lil story about a...
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nigga *uh* you know well; Knoc-Turn'Al
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[Chorus]
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I can see you watchin'
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Waitin' in my garden
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In My bush is plottin'
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Peepin' Toms at my home
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Lookin'in my window
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[verse 1]
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Once upon a time in the projects, yo
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There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'Al
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America's most wanted fa sho
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In a black lo-lo with tinted windows
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Im just cruisin' down the street in my 6-Fo
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Checkin' all my tramps and all my ho's
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Life is Too short I stay on my toe's
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G'd up spill "Gin & juice" on brand new clothes
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Pull up, hit a switch and drop the back
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On the prowl in the black hat lookin' for cat
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I got a chrome plaque that reads "Who's The Mac"
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Black pussy, always talkin' about it cuz I love it
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This California Love got a nigga drunk and but
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Express yo' self keep doin' it good
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Got white on the block keep the heat in the bush
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Keep rising to the top, keep smoking the cush
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The Boyz N The hood are always hard
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Come talkin that trash we'll pull your gaurd
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Knowin' nothing in life but to be legit
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Can't trust my homies can't trust no bitch
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Don't quote me boy cuz I aint sell shit
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It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen
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And Ima hardened the paintless and Im steady dippin'
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I get down while your bullshittin'
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And these are the tales the freaky tales of a nigga on the grind that you know so well
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Got system in your trunk then Im jackin' for beats, black superman
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I put it down for LAC, Pistol grip pump at my lap at all times
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fools be jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mines
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Summer time in the LBC, Fuck the police
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Fuck being bound by the law and and the peace treaty
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We be clubbin', everybody like it when the girls shake somethin'
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System overload stay bumpin it's Thug Life ya'll know the rules
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Gotta do what you gotta do and stay true
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Post a tost to the Westcoast,
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Easily I approach, the micraphone because I aint no joke
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Tell your momma to get off my tip
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I have no time to give her my dick
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Ima hold it *ha* and walk around the stage-in
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And if your fucked up, Im gonna get my gauge and
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Shribble you up like california raisins
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Unload the barrel and laugh
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Cuz Im puttin' lead in your motherfuckin' ass.
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[Chorus]
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I can see you watchin'
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Waitin' in my garden
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In My bush is plottin'
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Peepin' Toms at my home
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Lookin'in my window
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[Verse 2]
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I'm on the radio and aint a damn thing funny
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it's just like com bitch better have my money
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*Snoop voice* I messed up and I don't know why
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Trying to get a piece of that American Pie
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Do my thing blow off the roff Im 1-8-7 proof
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It's gettin Funky, Gettin' Funky*
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It's the formula Murder was the case that they gave me
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Dear god I wonder can you save me
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Dear Mamma Brenda had a baby
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Hard times got a nigga goin' krazy
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The Hood can't take me under it's a G thang
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We back yard boggie in the land that we bang
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Gangsta's make the world go round
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What's my muthafuckin name? (Knoc-Turn'Al)
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And I didn't have to use my AK
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Today was a good day
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*Beat fades*
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Peepin' Tom
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| Knoc-Turn'al |
