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Peepin' Tom (Early Fade) - Knoc-Turn'al
Yeah it's how we do

This a little story about uh

A niggle you know well Knoc-Turn'al

I can see you watching waiting in my garden

In my bushes plotting

Peeping Tom's in my home looking in my window

Once upon a time in the projects yo
There lived a niggle named Knoc-Turn'al

America's most wanted for show
In a black Lo-Lo with tinted windows
I'm just cruising down the street in my 6-4
Checking all my traps and all my hoes
Life is too short I stay on my toes
G'd up spill gin and juice on brand new clothes
Pulled up hit a switch and dropped the back
On the prowl in a black hat looking for cats
I got a chrome plaque that reads "Who's the Mac "

Black p**sy always talk about it cause I love it
This California love got a niggle drunk in public
Express yo' self keep doing it good
Got white on the block keep the heat in the bush
Keep rising to the top keep smoking the kush
The boys in the hood are always hard
Come talking that trash we'll pull your guard
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit
Can't trust my homes can't trust no b**ch
Don't quote me boy cause I ain't say sh*t
It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen
And I'm hard in the paint listen I'm steady dipping
I get down while your bullfighting

And these are the tales the freaky tales
Of a niggle on the grind that you know so well
Got a system in your trunk then I'm jacking for beats
Black Superman I put it down for L A C
Just as grip the pump in my lap at all times
Fools be jacking other fools but they don't be jacking mine
Summer time in the L B C f**k the police
F**k being bound by law and the peace treaty
We be clubbing everybody likes when the girls shake something
System overload stay bumping
It's thug life y'all know the rules
Gotta do what ya gotta do and stay true
Propose a toast to the West Coast
Easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your mama to get off of my dip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it and walk around the stage
And if you f**k up
I'm gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up
Like California raisins unload the barrel and laugh
Cause I'm putting lead in your motherf**king a**

I can see you watching waiting in my garden
In my bushes plotting
Peeping Tom's in my home looking in my window
I'm on the radio and ain't a damn thing funny
It's just like Compton b**ch better have my money
I messed up and I don't know why
Trying to get a piece of that American Pie
Do my thing blow off the roof on 187-Proof

It's getting funky it's getting funky
It's the formula murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God I wonder can you save me
Dear Mama Brenda had a baby

Hard times got a niggle going crazy
The hood can't take me under it's a G-thang
We backyard bullying in the land where we bang
Gangsta's make the world go around
What's my motherf**king name
Knoc-Turn'al and I didn't even have to use my AK
Today was a good day