Knoc-Turn'al

Knoc-Turn'al - Watch Out lyrics

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(feat. Hittman)



[Hittman]

All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hands like so

And all you bitches getting pimped give your man that dough

Yeah I walk with a limp cause my dick's in the way

They say I talk like a pimp but I'm a M.A.C.K

What's the difference?

Both of you exploit women for cash

Exactly, but a poor pimp would sell his own ass

I never learnt to sip, man I dropped out that class

You better smoke your hemp through an oxygen mask

Before you come over here fucking my high up

Interrupting your bitch while she licking up my nuts

I used three condoms but she let me get five fucks

Knoc-Turn'al got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up, huh



[Knoc-Turn'al]

When dusk kicks and I reach the club it gets exquisite

Not even giving a fuck about your bitch

Or which bitch she rolling with

It's nothing here

Four or five dicks gon' spit

And both of us gon' rub on her ass and tits

She mixing up my nut in her mouth with spit

It's obvious she's in love with a mack with a big dick

I'm involved with a big clit

My music's the deal-o, nympho

And she's in love with it



[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

Watch out

All these scandalous hoes in L.A

Got me rolling with my glock out

Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out

I'm out

To fuck hoes every day



[Hittman]

I fuck 'em in thier house, man

I fuck 'em in thier jeep

I fuck 'em when they woke, man

I fuck 'em when they sleep

I fuck 'em in the throat

Hey man that's fucking deep

Like bitches that want to smoke and bitches that like to joke

Come into my house broke looking for something to eat

Beat it

From my wizard you get deleted

No more visits you bitch, I mean it

No hoe, no cry, oh, here's a Kleenex

Here's a penis

Kiss it French or English

They say Hit's conceited, nah, Hit's connected

Caramel complected

College bitches get necked

Jailed niggaz respected

Big Hit be keeping it West-ing



[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

Watch out

All these scandalous hoes in L.A

Got me rolling with my glock out

Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out

Then I'm out

To fuck hoes every day



[Knoc-Turn'al and Hittman]

[K:] I'm down

[H:] For thugs and prissy bitches

[K:] Got love

[H:] For anybody getting riches

[K:] I feel

[H:] Like me and Knoc the next niggaz

[K:] At shows

[H:] We make about eight figures



[Knoc-Turn'al]

Why not clown, get down, spit rounds

Lounge with bad bitches blazing an ounce

We out on the town with a whole crew passing, dick out (dick out)

We go up to you, him and you

Fuck your whole crew, we mash regardless

Hittman heard me and you, that's it man

On a late night rendezvous dance

I'm about to blow out my pants

Matter of fact we're up under the club's heat lamp

Drink that and we about to be out

We 2 or 3 minutes from my house

Which means I'm 5 or 6 minutes from dicking you out

Single hoes look at your bitch and your spouse

L.A. criminal



[Hittman]

In and out with a smile before I spout



[Knoc-Turn'al]

For the meanwhile Knoc and Hit's dick is all in your mouth
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