the knoc

knoc-turn'al

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

it's ruthless

drunk off two fifths

who make hits?

who we wit?

westcoast parties don't stop

who drop head-boppers?

police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters

checkin lockers

mexican connect to play soccer

ph's and cockblockers

ho-hoppers

weez niggaz is off the rocker

sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka

with 'pac and poppa

and redd foxx's doctor

takin names and 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 gold-a

slangin boulders

thought i told ya

true soldiers

comin from the motherfuckin shoulders

take it 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!

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?

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

all my real niggaz 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 niggaz done lost they minds

straight loungin in the sunshine

here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know

fuck you! please believe that

and i mean that