Yeah it's how we do

This a little story about uh

A ni**a 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 ni**a 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**sy always talk about it 'cause I love it

This California love got a ni**a 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**ch

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 bullshittin'

And these are the tales the freaky tales

Of a ni**a 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**k the police

F**k being bound by law and the peace treaty

We be clubbin' everybody likes when the girls shake somethin'

System overload stay bumpin'

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 dick

I'm gonna hold it and walk around the stage

And if you f**k 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**kin' a**

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 damn thing funny

It's just like Compton b**ch 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 ni**a 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**kin' name

Knoc-Turn'al and I didn't even have to use my AK

Today was a good day