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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG Everyday it's the same thang L A ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down Hey can we talk it out NAH GET THE FUCK OUT Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin to job hunt Niggaz got AK's niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N W A days Niggaz spray strays and shool without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes re twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives anytime Bullets take flight when the fo' five ignites Some hearts skip a beat some get blew out and every light put you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non affiliates These days gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner Cali niggaz are dumpin You'll be shakin your soul loose box at the coroner's Makin death not so foreign to ya Niggaz got Rugers and M 14's with enough ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no warm welcomings my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG Now tell what the fuck is this man Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand in front of your buildin and chill without yieldin twelve year old children that kill blood spillin thugs be illin unnecessary slugs fillin the sky usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die yes sir in the Killing Field I got my life preserver And I'll do my time for murder these niggaz got the nerve to question me bout the colors that I got on Now see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist peep this I cock back you bow down Bust round bloody the ground retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - The Way I Am (2004)
[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, bone |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - The Way I Am [Amended Version] (2004)
[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, bone |
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from The Transporter (트랜스포터) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!! Oh yeah yeah Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!! Uh, woo! come on, uh If I can go, with you Yo, yo, uh If I can chose a place to go it gotta be far away From here we could crossover like Hardaway Somewhere outside the states where tommorow's like today And I'm out in a space where nobody else can stay And, if I can go, with you Then I'll go get the ticket right now if that's cool Have you ever been close to feelin like leavin the coast too Feelin like leavin with somebody who Hold you the right way while watchin the night Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade When you know what he likes and what he might say And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways And, if I can go, with you Way out the states no 2 ways and no page No cells and no trace, and you just a phone call away So all I got to say is If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away And, if I can go, with you Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people annoyed And cry you better know I know how to sneak with them toys And boy with the block since around 94 boy And, if I can flow, with you Huggin Tato after the studio I roll with you I send Dutch and three other goons to go get you Sacario the name hold weights the whole issue Grown men keep on cryin get mo' tissue The way me and this girl be rhymin it's so official Them I'm takin a trip too with no pistols Cause everything peace only sand no streets Little Miami Heat that's the plan we'll see Two cups, one in Senado one in Sand Beach And, I'll think I'll go, with you So tell the station you need a week back to you [ : Lil' Mo] If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away [ : Lil' Mo] You can fly away, no one has to know Will you take me with you, cause if I can go Soon as you say the word, we'll be on our way To a foreign place, you got to tell me [Angie Martinez] Yo, uh, so now that we got a plan are you comin? We could plan a week The only question now is LaGuardia or Kennedy? [Sacario] And a seat, know why? the window cause I like to see And seein as to how I'm so fly me and the clouds can speak [Angie+S] And, since we 'bout to go, in a few Go 'head Oh, I just wanted to tell Trace thank you That week off I'm grateful what was you tryin to say boo? Nuttin just grab my chain off the table and 2 way too Ok, that little place it's a great move But ain't no problems, unless the water don't stay blue And the shop's there? If they don't got em, they don't make em True! No concrete just sand, throw away your shoes Now, that we are on, our way And our bags is packed and the car service is not late Everything's ok, so I guess I catch you on the next track Now I don't gotta ask If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly way, like there is no, no tomorrow And if I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all Nothing at all, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all |
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| from Knoc-Turn'Al - Return Of The Hustler (2005) | |||||
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - La Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al (2002)
[Intro: Knoc-Turn' al] Ahhh! It's a good day in LA, yes it is (yes it is) Motherfuckers can just wake up and relax And smoke a fat blunt or some shit Buy a fifth a Henn and get drunk (yes) Hey, bring that over, call them up Order me some motherfucking (Knoc-Turn' al) Hennesy [Verse 1: Knoc] Wu-Tang got mansions in the hills Hoe squat thick, hoe squat paying bills Red & Meth on hot wheels bumping down Sunset La Maridia, sky balling, what is this? My eyes, they caught up in the sea, look at Jay-Z At the Source's Swap Meet getting Memphis Bleek some fitted khakis Yeah, well real niggas get passes sometimes Out of bounds in the land of the sunshine Even Biggie said he was coming back (coming back) And if he did, we would accept him because a nigga is black You bleed just like us Picture me being scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me You bleed just like us Was a song I did, bumped on blocks and beaches with beat in my trunk [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Where 80 percent of the population gang bangs Most of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] Yeah [S-Dog] Night and day Welcome players we'll gangster step [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! Night and day [Knoc] Sraight up (what?) [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step [Verse 2: Knoc] You can catch LL on Venice Beach on Sundays catching sun rays I is playing this little game Like watching ass sway back and forth (what up, girl?) Macking the most, stripes on my coat, a bragging boast (West Coast!) Jennifer Lopez and Puffy at Miyagi's eating sushi Now, tell me what else does your eyes see A lot of other Coast niggas pass through frequently and it's cool Because y'all pay dues and I pay them too [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] Yeah [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Turn it up [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step [Knoc] Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] We in the land of the sunshine where bitches have good times Palm trees and sea breezes And I'm out to find a fly fine girl so I can try out my new mack lines [Verse 3: Knoc] You seen The Lox? (yes), Ludacris? (no) Too $hort? (yes), that's my dog (so) I did a rap with him to increase my (dough) Was he dope? (yes) Is he fake? (no) Weak game? (banging), hop ('64's) Four or five deep with three or four (hoes) [Chorus: S-Dog, Knoc] [S-Dog] Night and day [Knoc] Where 80 percent of the population gang bangs Some of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! Night and day [Knoc] Straight up [S-Dog] Welcome players we'll gangster step [Knoc] Most of y'all hate but I know y'all got to love [S-Dog] LA! [Knoc] In the land of the sunshine where bitches have good times Palm trees and sea breezes And I'm out to find a fly fine girl so I can try out my new mack lines [Outro: Knoc] Yeah, fly is the weather - I feel the breeze L.A.C. night and day Inner city living with inner city game Casuas fat laces on some new Chuck's (yes) I got my running shoes on Gangstered out from head to toe (head to toe) Fucking hoes and patroling the hood Heat on my lap looking for a light Because, uh, I just rolled up a chronic sack That's some, that's some good shit |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - La Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al (2002)
[Time Bomb] I'm from the S-O-U-T-H side of C-A, why they try to P-H Still hit em up with that E-A, G-A to N-G-S-T-A So fuck them them other N-I- double G-A-S Hate the popos and kill the T-A Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes Mary jane and some loop while we swangs in the coupe Im addicting to macking hoes Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes LA's Finest and LA's behind us Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies D's still twisting, low low's still hopping Gangsta shit still dropping, Crenshaw still popping Gang signs throwing up, body's still showing up And O yea Time Bomb still blowing up, bitch When you got the L.A confidential up in the place to be Ride with me [Butch Cassidy Chorus] Let's All Roll, throw it up if you with me Im so cold, who am but staying G The Dogg Pound stays the learn all yall heard Please date me when stick before you get serve [Slip Capone] You know gangstas bang and gangsta slang It's just an gangsta thang Gangstas dip and some gangstas trip Im the gangsta slip and this gangsta crip I used bump brother with the gangsta nip Cause nobody else was on the gangsta tip Gangstas smoke shroom and gangsta rock perms Gangstas don't listen and gangstas don't learn Gangsta rock braids and gangsta jerry curls Gangsta's going take over the world Gangsta's go to jail, gangstas skip bail Gangsta's make mail and gangsta's would never fail Gangsta's goin stay on top Because the gangsta is going to make the gangsta shit pop Just lounge homeboy you in the gangsta zone Heart thrown in California where the gangstas roll [Butch Cassidy Chorus] [Jayo Felony] My nigga slip is an gangsta Cuz im an hoodster, an hood star Im taking the hood far The C Riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags Smoking the bombing fluid and keep dumping on you fags I heard and seen it all and im hoping you fall Keep looking at my nuts until I get crip ball Im still striving, yea ya word is about what im driving Your bitch is going me more, pedal to the floor Fuck an navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room If you cant to that nigga give me room Had an courney 89', but your bitch made me mine See the mother fucker ran on that biz state of mind For mine I did the crime, had to run one time And you take my dick in your mouth in one time I fuck you in the butt and crip walk your liver While I rich roll on the river [Knoc-Turn'al] Caught up in the land of hard time Back off mine, im mad im pushing an hard line An hard cat with hard raps and hard rhymes I hardly pay attention to rap My mine say hard dick serve to an bitch aint no crime Hood soft to hard dime, chicken way I flip mine Hard hit and rip like canines, hit hard heads with no spine March and start to take mine Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine Off hard liqueurs is harder than wine Knoc-turn'al comes through overtime When I die build me an shrine All is all is getting in my mind I aint begun to speak yet, until that time [Butch Cassidy] Let's throw it up, throw it up Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold Let's throw it up, throw it up Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - La Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al (2002)
[Samuel Christian] You ready? [Knoc-Turn'al] Yes, ha ha ha Yeah, yeah Let's go, I like singing [Knoc-Turn'al] My music, my life, my heart, my soul My music, my everything, I give my all My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream My mother, my father, my brother, my team My camp, my squad, my house, my car My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter My toast, my all, my queen, my folks [Chorus: Samuel Christian] My baby! Walk like six strings Talk like she's my everything My baby! Loves me, hates me Leaves me, runs right back That sexy lady! All I know She shares all my confusion, so My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing I swear this though [Knoc-Turn'al talking] Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If Muzik should die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take [Knoc-Turn'al] She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind Her love, her smile, her touch, her time [Chorus] [Knoc-Turn'al] I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted My way, my day, my life - I love it I move, I groove, I shake, I love it My friends, my kins, I like, I love it I show, I prove, I live, I learn I show, I teach, I run these streets My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate My Benz, my lake My keys, my money, my love, my hate My clothes, my phone, my house, my home My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice My base, my chrome My rhythm, my music, my home My world, my girl, my life, my home, my... [Chorus] - repeat until fade |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - The Way I Am [Amended Version] (2004)
(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* |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - The Way I Am (2004)
(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* |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - La Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al (2002)
[Knoc-turn'al] Super ugly! [Xzibit] Mr X to tha Z [Knoc-turn'al] Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa) LA indo Gangster and mack mo Bullets at your window (dangerous) [Xzibit] 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 Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up You weak fuck Shakin and dancing Ya'll 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 [Knoc-turn'al] Warren G! [Warren G] 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 [Nate Dogg] West coast 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 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 [Shade Sheist] 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 But rather Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater [Knoc-turn'al] Knoc's landin 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) 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 Knoc's landin [Nate Dogg] West coast 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 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 |
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from Knoc-Turn'Al - La Confidential Presents Knoc-Turn'Al (2002)
Whatchu want? Whatchu want? Get off me [Knoc] I pull quick, it's useless [Knoc] I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped [Knoc] Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits [Dr.D] Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta shit [Dr.D] It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths [Dr.D] Who make hits? (Dre) [Knoc-turn'al] Who we wit? (Knoc) Westcoast parties don't stop Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker) Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer PH's and cockblockers Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?) Takin names and takin orders Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya Nigga that's Cali-fornia Palm trees and 6-3's on deez Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a Slangin boulders, thought I told ya True soldiers, comin from the motherfuckin shoulders (WOOP!) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Take it ea-say! (ea-say) Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC! Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin COPS! Bow down when ya see me! Knoc the truth best believe it! Take it ea-say! (ea-say) Cuz it's the motherfuckin KNOC! Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP! Bow down when ya pass thru! Knoc-turn'al God damn you! [Knoc-turn'al] What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again) New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street Getcha motherfuckin ass beat L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what? I don't give a fuck Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods (Hell nigg-uh!) All my real niggaz raise it up Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what? Blaze it up [Hook: Missy Elliott] [Knoc-turn'al] Bitch you ain't 'bout shit, my bad Turn off the lights, don't trip Give a nig' some ack right and act like.. You might.. lick balls tonight Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night That's right, I like.. bi-sexual women, fuck dykes Suck dick? No, but your father might Fuckin hermaphrodite! Duck the IRS, fuckin Howard Stern's wife In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right Westcoast on the grind, these niggaz done lost they minds Straight loungin in the sunshine Here's one thing you bitch niggaz must know Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that [Hook: Missy Elliott] |
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