[Knoc talking]

Yeah, This how we do. This a lil story about a... 

nigga *uh* you know well; Knoc-Turn'Al



[Chorus]

I can see you watchin' 

Waitin' in my garden

In My bush is plottin'

Peepin' Toms at my home

Lookin'in my window



[verse 1]

Once upon a time in the projects, yo

There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'Al

America's most wanted fa sho

In a black lo-lo with tinted windows

Im just cruisin' down the street in my 6-Fo

Checkin' all my tramps and all my ho's

Life is Too short I stay on my toe's

G'd up spill "Gin & juice" on brand new clothes

Pull up, hit a switch and drop the back

On the prowl in the black hat lookin' for cat

I got a chrome plaque that reads "Who's The Mac"

Black pussy, always talkin' about it cuz I love it

This California Love got a nigga drunk and but

Express yo' self keep doin' it good

Got white on the block keep the heat in the bush

Keep rising to the top, keep smoking the cush

The Boyz N The hood are always hard

Come talkin that trash we'll pull your gaurd

Knowin' nothing in life but to be legit

Can't trust my homies can't trust no bitch

Don't quote me boy cuz I aint sell shit

It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen

And Ima hardened the paintless and Im 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 system in your trunk then Im jackin' for beats, black superman

I put it down for LAC, Pistol grip pump at my lap at all times

fools be jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mines

Summer time in the LBC, Fuck the police 

Fuck being bound by the law and and the peace treaty

We be clubbin', everybody like it when the girls shake somethin'

System overload stay bumpin it's Thug Life ya'll know the rules

Gotta do what you gotta do and stay true

Post a tost to the Westcoast, 

Easily I approach, the micraphone because I aint no joke

Tell your momma to get off my tip

I have no time to give her my dick

Ima hold it *ha* and walk around the stage-in

And if your fucked up, Im gonna get my gauge and

Shribble you up like california raisins

Unload the barrel and laugh

Cuz Im puttin' lead in your motherfuckin' ass.



[Chorus]

I can see you watchin' 

Waitin' in my garden

In My bush is plottin'

Peepin' Toms at my home

Lookin'in my window



[Verse 2]

I'm on the radio and aint a damn thing funny

it's just like com bitch better have my money

*Snoop voice* I messed up and I don't know why 

Trying to get a piece of that American Pie

Do my thing blow off the roff Im 1-8-7 proof

It's gettin Funky, Gettin' Funky*

It's the formula Murder was the case that they gave me

Dear god I wonder can you save me

Dear Mamma Brenda had a baby

Hard times got a nigga goin' krazy

The Hood can't take me under it's a G thang

We back yard boggie in the land that we bang

Gangsta's make the world go round

What's my muthafuckin name? (Knoc-Turn'Al)

And I didn't have to use my AK

Today was a good day



*Beat fades*