Str8 Westcoast [remix] Lyrics - Singles - Knoc-turn'al

Super ugly 

Mr X to tha Z 

Yeah, Warren 

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 Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up 

You weak fuck 

Shakin' and dancin' 

Y'all takin' pills, we takin' 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 y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit 

Too much smokin' that Sherman shit 

I learnt this from the best that got y'all sprung 

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 broke, 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 dope 

You need a filter or you will choke, indo 

That's all a nigga will smoke, oh no 

Now, niggas better get between their door, door 

I'm shakin' all your shit 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', Shiest 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 nigga 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 a old sweater 

Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the best planin'? 

Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'? 

Who gots your undivided attention? 

Who makes your panties wet, girl? 

Hold up, pause, which nigga 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 bitches clock 

Through my peripheral vision, I watch subconsciously 

Waitin' to introduce you to tragedy see it's Knoc's landin'