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Knoc

Whatchu want?

Whatchu want?

Get off meI 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? (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 niggaz 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

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 (WOOP!)[Chorus]

Take it ea-say! (ea-say)

'Cause 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)

'Cause it's the motherfuckin KNOC!

Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!

Bow down when ya pass 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 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 niggaz raise it up

Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?

Blaze it up[Chorus]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[Chorus]

Songwriters

ROYAL HARBOR / ANDRE YOUNG / W. SIBLEY JR. / F. PALACIOS / R. SLOAN / MELISSA ELLIOTPublished by

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