Intro - Knoc-turn'al - talking] Yes I'ma do me I'ma do me You gon' do you You gon' do you I'ma do me I'ma do me (yes) You gon' do you You gon' do you I'ma do me I'ma do me
[Verse 1 - Knoc-turn'al] I, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E You minor, I'm major league But what y'all didn't expect to see is me on TV with Snoop D-O double G Smoke weed, get a buzz, show a young G love If you don't give a fuck (what?) Put your hands up (what?) Party like it should be done You leavin at 2 girl? You know the night's just begun The after hours spot is off the hook The ugly crows buy the bottle of Crook The fly crows keep smokin the kush So you know I got a bird and a bush You run up, you get stomped and mushed Look it here, I talk to God, I don't pray When I want somethin, I don't play It's Knoc-turn'al with a capital K Best believe it's a brand new day And if you feel me sunshine, come around my way
[Chorus - Knoc-turn'al] Put your hands up, come off them grams I ain't trippin that's the way I am (the way I am) And if you see me with heat in my hand You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am) I can't believe ya got up in them pants Sexy lady gon' do that dance (*breathing noises*) Come on over when your sick of ya man And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg] Light blue shoes (shoes); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES dark blue pants (uh) Four, five bitches and they all wanna dance I don't get down bitch, that ain't my program I don't hold hands and I don't slow jam (uh uh) I sleep walk in the park with the fellas And make suckers jealous cause they can't out sell us You wanna join us? Well here's a few pointers About them riders from the state of California (Knoc-turn'al); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES knock on wood Eastside, LB, shit it's all too good in the hood, he's so "Confidential" With the way that we get you and the shit that I hit you And spit you, split you, sit you down Click, cock, pop at you, rock you and knock you down Pimp slap you and sock you down Lifestyles of the motherfuckin Dogg Pound, now (*echo*)
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[Break - Knoc-turn'al] I don't know that girl I just met her Sippin on sour Amoretta She gon' do her thing if I let her But I'ma bounce cause her friend looks better I like the way she knows me I like the way she got herself in V.I.P If she sees K-N-O-C She gon' chill and wait out front for me
[Verse 3 - Knoc-turn'al] Who do you know that rides for the coast With a new breed and style of rap like me? I had the patience to study the game Dr. Dre made two Chronics and this is Chronic Three I make classic hits and buy classic cars And see classic hoes at classic bars (Now I just step in the spot and the girls all pause) Magic stick, I break down walls Got my heat if some shit jumps off Really you steppin to me is a lost cause Party animal, here since a quarter to ten Babyface, six-two with a L.A. brim I got shell toes on, I don't wear them Timbs I got hoes, got weed, and a gallon of gin Ain't no tellin what I might get in The first night, do it right, I'ma do it again C'mon
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[Outro - Knoc-turn'al - talking] You know where we be, in da club Come find me, I ain't trippin Air is free, so what ever you wanna do For real though Huh, it's just the way I am