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What's what? What's what?
Get off me
I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped
Six-fo', fully dipped, gold chrome whip
With three freaks and full hips with firm tits
Yeah, we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit
Since foolish, jump off two-fifths
Who make hits? Dre, who? We be awkward
West Coast 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 cock blockers, ho hoppers
We's niggas 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 you takin' orders
You fake your name and it all up on ya
Nigga, that's California
Palm trees and six-threes on D's
Rims are dipped to make the spokes golder
Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya
True soldiers, comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders
Whoop, take it easy
'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc
Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops
Bow down when you see me
Knoc the truth, best believe it
Take it easy
'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc
Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop
Bow down when you pass through
Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you
What's the difference between us?
Naw, not that again
New thoughts 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?
Naw, we roll hard and deep
Bogart, yo, peep
Get the fuck off my street
Get your motherfuckin' ass beat
L.A., Compton, Long Beach
Whoopty-whoop, nigga, what?
I don't give a fuck
Hustlers, hood rats, sick ass thugs
Crips and Bloods
All my real niggas raise it up, nothin' but dubs
You got a sack, nigga, what? Blaze it up
Whoop, take it easy
'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc
Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops
Bow down when you see me
Knoc the truth, best believe it
Take it easy
'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc
Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop
Bow down when you pass through
Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you
Bitch, you ain't 'bout shit
My bad, turn off the lights
Don't trip, givin' niggas the mack right
In that light, you might lick balls tonight
Girls all pause? Hell naw
Girls drop drawers on sight
Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud all night
That's right, I like it
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
West Coast 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
Take it easy
'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc
Hotter than your block full of motherfuckin' cops
Bow down when you see me
Knoc the truth, best believe it
Take it easy
'Cause it's the motherfuckin' Knoc
Hotter than a freak who givin' head who won't stop
Bow down when you pass through
Knoc-Turn'al, goddamn you
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