(feat. Timbaland)



[Timbaland]

Come on, can you feel me now

Uh, can you feel me now

Yo, can you feel me now

Uh, uh, can you feel me now

Everyone ready for this one

They didn't know that

Timbaland could go from the east coast to the west coast

You know Knoc



[Knoc-turn'al: Timbaland]

It's the Knoc (ha, ha, ha)

It's the Knoc, hit the block

Hittin' them corners on dub two's, you stop

They used to hate me now they scream Knoc's a whole lot (yeah)

Ran from me now they beg me to blow spot (what)

Meet a bitch (aha), down she go (aha)

Lick a nigga (aha), head to toe (aha)

Call me pop-a-long, back strong, grab toes

Knockin' three hoes, dippin' in the low-low (whoo)

Knoc's the weapon, Tim's the beats (the beats)

Runnin' ya country, the street block gets hot (ow)

Walk on the block and hate when niggaz change face

Used to be down but now they all act fake (yeah)

Fuck 'em (what), forget 'em, leave 'em alone

Outlive 'em, purchase a home (yeah nigga)

In the zone, keep the heat on

I love to make red bones moan

Looking like zones (cause what)



[Knoc-turn'al: Timbaland]

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)



[Knoc-turn'al: Timbaland]

See me now, see me later

On the town, pimp suit, black gators

I get around, read my two-way pager

Smoke a ounce, stay out to get paper (come on)

Be out not ?, spot ? get closer

Wit game, I lace her, no rock, no chaser

Tim, Knoc, shit's over

Knockin' them, four leaf-clover

Knoc the rhythm, Tim's the bass

Shake ya ass, bones ache (whoo)

Baby I ain't done till I'm at the earthquake

Won't you calm down, chill, for heaven's sakes

Came to my home and showed up in all lace (uh)

We can get it on, freak zone, high stakes



[Knoc-turn'al: Timbaland]

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)



[Knoc-turn'al]

We can go get blowed

Smoke dro and mack hoes

Leave with a few in all black tight leather

That's your girl homie, naw man I just met her

Hips and ass fully blown

Right skin, nice tone

Game tight, fully chrome

? mackster thang doing the cheap ?

No pillow, no sheets

A pro, a freak, a hoe heap

Put it down, hold the ground down on your street

While I put it down and ride for L-A-C

Can handle most of the C's but can't fuck with me

I'm glad y'all feel the way I rap and ride the beat

Get your freak on, live a little, have a drink

Till the next time I bring some confidential heat



[Knoc-turn'al: Timbaland]

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)



[Knoc-turn'al: Timbaland]

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)

You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)



[Timbaland]

You can't be serious man

Yes I am baby, yes I am

Yes I am baby, yes I am

Yes I am baby, yes I am

You can't be serious man

What you got here, is another Timbo classic

Ya heard me? haha

Knoc-turn'al, Tim

Now you put that together

Hm, you do the math baby

Sick, sick

Sick, sick