Peepin' Tom Lyrics - Singles - Knoc-turn'al

Yeah, it's how we do 

This a little story about uh 

A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al 

I can see you watching waitin' in my garden 

In my bushes plottin' 

Peepin' Tom's in my home lookin' in my window 

Once upon a time in the projects, yo 

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