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  • Текст песни Knoc-turn'al F/ Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott - Knoc



    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 toothless
    [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
    We're pocket popperin, red foxes die (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 go to
    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 nigga!) All my real niggaz raise it up
    Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, nigga what?
    Raise 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 wipe, 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.. my 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]