We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.

    Knoc-Turn'Al / Lyrics

    Playlist 0 Rate 0 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Str8 Westcoast [Remix]" Lyrics

    Knoc-Turn'Al feat. Nate Dogg and Xzibit

    Super ugly
    Mr X to tha Z
    Yeah, Warren
    LA indo, gangster and mack mo
    Bullets at your window, dangerous

    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 Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up
    You weak fuck

    Shakin' and dancin'
    Y'all 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

    Warren G

    What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
    Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
    I learnt this from the best that got y'all sprung
    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

    West coast, still smoking on that indo
    Smoke, oh no, don't pretend, oh no
    I woulda came but I was dead broke, 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

    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', Shiest 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 a old sweater

    Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the best planin'?
    Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'?
    Who gots your undivided attention?
    Who makes your panties wet, girl?

    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 it's Knoc's landin'
    This song was submitted on May 23rd, 2010 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Andre Young, Andre Romell Young, Michael Elizondo, Michael A. Elizondo, Royal Harbor, Royal R. Harbor.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    Rank: (−)
    −/5 from 0 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »


    Songs you may also like


    leaderboard activity


    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)