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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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas done lost they minds Straight loungin in the sunshine Here's one thing you bitch niggas must know Fuck you! Please believe that, and I mean that [Hook: Missy Elliott]
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