There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al America's most wanted, for sho' In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows I'm just cruisin' 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 lookin' for cats I got a chrome plaque that reads, "Who's the Mac?" Black pussy, always talk about it 'cause I love it This California love got a nigga drunk in public Express yo' self, keep doin' it good Got white on the block, keep the heat in the bush Keep risin' to the top, keep smokin' the kush
The boys in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your guard Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Can't trust my homies, can't trust no bitch Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say shit It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm steady dippin' I get down, while your bullshittin' And these are the tales, the freaky tales Of a nigga 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 jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mine Summer time in the L.B.C. fuck the police Fuck being bound by law and the peace treaty We be clubbin', everybody likes when the girls shake somethin' System overload, stay bumpin' 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 fuck up, I'm gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up Like California raisins, unload the barrel and laugh 'Cause I'm puttin lead in your motherfuckin' ass
I can see you watching waitin' in my garden
In my bushes plottin'
Peepin' Tom's in my home lookin' in my window
I'm on the radio, and ain't a damn thing funny It's just like Compton, bitch better have my money I messed up and I don't know why Tryin' to get a piece of that American Pie
Do my thing, blow off the roof on 187-Proof It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' 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 nigga goin' crazy The hood can't take me under, it's a G-thang We backyard bullyin' in the land where we bang Gangsta's make the world go 'round What's my motherfuckin' name? Knoc-Turn'al, and I didn't even have to use my AK
Today was a good day
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Hard times got a nigga goin' crazy The hood can't take me under, it's a G-thang We backyard bullyin' in the land where we bang Gangsta's make the world go 'round What's my motherfuckin' name? Knoc-Turn'al, and I didn't even have to use my AK
