knoc turnal – peepin’ tom lyrics
yeah, it’s how we do
this a little story about uh
a n-gg- you know well, knoc-turn’al
i can see you watching waitin’ in my garden
in my bushes plottin’
peepin’ tom’s in my home lookin’ in my window
once upon a time in the projects, yo
there lived a n-gg- named knoc-turn’al
america’s most wanted, for sho’
in a black lo-lo, with tinted windows
i’m just cruisin’ down the street in my 6-4
checking all my traps and all my hoes
life is, too short, i stay on my toes
g’d up, spill gin and juice on brand new clothes
pulled up, hit a switch and dropped the back
on the prowl in a black hat lookin’ for cats
i got a chrome plaque that reads, “who’s the mac?”
black p-ssy, always talk about it ’cause i love it
this california love got a n-gg- drunk in public
express yo’ self, keep doin’ it good
got white on the block, keep the heat in the bush
keep risin’ to the top, keep smokin’ the kush
the boys in the hood are always hard
come talkin’ that trash, we’ll pull your guard
knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit
can’t trust my homies, can’t trust no b-tch
don’t quote me boy, ’cause i ain’t say sh-t
it’s hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen
and i’m hard in the paint, listen, i’m steady dippin’
i get down, while your bullsh-ttin’
and these are the tales, the freaky tales
of a n-gg- on the grind that you know so well
got a system in your trunk then i’m jacking for beats
black superman, i put it down for l.a.c
just as grip the pump in my lap at all times
fools be jackin’ other fools but they don’t be jackin’ mine
summer time in the l.b.c. f-ck the police
f-ck being bound by law and the peace treaty
we be clubbin’, everybody likes when the girls shake somethin’
system overload, stay b-mpin’
it’s thug life, y’all know the rules
gotta do what ya gotta do, and stay true
propose a toast to the west coast
easily i approach the microphone because i ain’t no joke
tell your mama to get off of my dip
i have no time to give her my d-ck
i’m gonna hold it and walk around the stage
and if you f-ck up, i’m gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up
like california raisins, unload the barrel and laugh
’cause i’m puttin lead in your motherf-ckin’ -ss
i can see you watching waitin’ in my garden
in my bushes plottin’
peepin’ tom’s in my home lookin’ in my window
i’m on the radio, and ain’t a d-mn thing funny
it’s just like compton, b-tch better have my money
i messed up and i don’t know why
tryin’ to get a piece of that american pie
do my thing, blow off the roof on 187-proof
it’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
it’s the formula, murder was the case that they gave me
dear god, i wonder can you save me?
dear mama, brenda had a baby
hard times got a n-gg- goin’ crazy
the hood can’t take me under, it’s a g-thang
we backyard bullyin’ in the land where we bang
gangsta’s make the world go ’round
what’s my motherf-ckin’ name?
knoc-turn’al, and i didn’t even have to use my ak
today was a good day
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