Str8 West Coast Lyrics - Singles - Knoc-turn'al

Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa) 

Bullets at your window (dangerous) 

Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven 

Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh? 

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 Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up 

Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances 

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 

What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit 

Too much smokin that Sherman shit 

I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what) 

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 

Still smoking on that indo 

Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no 

I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo 

I'm rollin on some real oh no 

Bout to get it, but niggas trip though 

I'm the realest and they all know 

You need a filter or you will choke 

That's all a nigga will smoke 

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 (Sheist 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 

Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater 

Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup) 

Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin 

Who gots your undivided attention 

Who makes your panties wet girl (what) 

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 

Still smoking on that indo 

Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no 

I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo 

I'm rollin on some real oh no 

Bout to get it, but niggas trip though 

I'm the realest and they all know 

You need a filter or you will choke 

That's all a nigga will smoke