Str8 Westcoast (Remix-feat. Warren G, Shade Shiest, Nate Dogg & Xhibit) - Knoc-Turn'al Written by：DR Super ugly
Mr x to tha z
Yeah warren aaahaaa aaaahaaa
La indo
Gangster and mack mo Bullets at your window dangerous
Ruthless hostile unforgiven
Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin' huh Try again faggot You've gotta ride better than that To move out in front of the pack It's two thousand and two My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up I drop pradda lock and load heat the streets up You weak f**k Shakin and dancing Ya'll take pills we take penitentiary chances
I'm too advanced is Never the same when I hit it and quit it You want it come get it I'm wit it When I say that I'm wit it That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson Stop the interviewin the faggot had it comin to him Warren g
What ya'll thought I wasn't gonna return with a hit Too much smokin' that sherman sh*t
I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung what The the doctor andre young
Compton lb ain't nothing y'all can tell me Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me
They tells me I can't proceed wit it
I came back and got warren g wit it
West coast
Still smoking on that indo Smoke oh no don't pretend oh no
I woulda came but I was dead break no mo
I'm rollin' on some real oh no
Bout to get it but niggas trip though Let's go
I'm the realest and they all know Real d**e You need a filter or you will choke Indo
That's all a ni**a will smoke Oh no
Now niggas better get between their door door
I'm shakin all your sh*t onto the floor
And niggas don't get it But be careful what you ask for you just might get it Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like hopkins Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin' sheist never stoppin'
In other words if your click full
Can't press mute and it don't apply now
I'm feelin' funny in the tummy and a ni**a ain't been eatin for weeks i'm sick I ain't trying to get no better But rather Infect the world leavin' vicks in an old sweater Knoc's landin'
Tell me if it ain't me who got the best plannin' yup Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'
Who gots your undivided attention
Who makes your panties wet girl what
Hold up pause
Which ni**a on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws
At parties and shows I mash regardless
Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion All prepared for war it's knoc's landin'
A nightly stalker in shadows I walk
Mindin my own while haters throw soft The more I succeed the more b**ches clock
Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously
I'm feelin' funny in the tummy and a ni**a ain't been eatin for weeks i'm sick I ain't trying to get no better But rather Infect the world leavin' vicks in an old sweater Knoc's landin'
