Peepin' Tom (Early Fade)

歌詞

(Knoc talking) Yeah, This how we do. This a lil story about a... nigga *uh* you know well; Knoc-Turn'Al (Chorus) I can see you watchin' Waitin' in my garden In My bush is plottin' Peepin' Toms at my home Lookin'in my window (verse 1) Once upon a time in the projects, yo There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'Al America's most wanted fa sho In a black lo-lo with tinted windows Im just cruisin' down the street in my 6-Fo Checkin' all my tramps and all my ho's Life is Too short I stay on my toe's G'd up spill "Gin & juice" on brand new clothes Pull up, hit a switch and drop the back On the prowl in the black hat lookin' for cat I got a chrome plaque that reads "Who's The Mac" Black pussy, always talkin' about it cuz I love it This California Love got a nigga drunk and but Express yo' self keep doin' it good Got white on the block keep the heat in the bush Keep rising to the top, keep smoking the cush The Boyz N The hood are always hard Come talkin that trash we'll pull your gaurd Knowin' nothing in life but to be legit Can't trust my homies can't trust no bitch Don't quote me boy cuz I aint sell shit It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen And Ima hardened the paintless and Im steady dippin' I get down while your bullshittin' And these are the tales the freaky tales of a nigga on the grind that you know so well Got system in your trunk then Im jackin' for beats, black superman I put it down for LAC, Pistol grip pump at my lap at all times fools be jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mines Summer time in the LBC, Fuck the police Fuck being bound by the law and and the peace treaty We be clubbin', everybody like it when the girls shake somethin' System overload stay bumpin it's Thug Life ya'll know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do and stay true Post a tost to the Westcoast, Easily I approach, the micraphone because I aint no joke Tell your momma to get off my tip I have no time to give her my dick Ima hold it *ha* and walk around the stage-in And if your fucked up, Im gonna get my gauge and Shribble you up like california raisins Unload the barrel and laugh Cuz Im puttin' lead in your motherfuckin' ass. (Chorus) I can see you watchin' Waitin' in my garden In My bush is plottin' Peepin' Toms at my home Lookin'in my window (Verse 2) I'm on the radio and aint a damn thing funny it's just like com bitch better have my money *Snoop voice* I messed up and I don't know why Trying to get a piece of that American Pie Do my thing blow off the roff Im 1-8-7 proof It's gettin Funky, Gettin' Funky* It's the formula Murder was the case that they gave me Dear god I wonder can you save me Dear Mamma Brenda had a baby Hard times got a nigga goin' krazy The Hood can't take me under it's a G thang We back yard boggie in the land that we bang Gangsta's make the world go round What's my muthafuckin name? (Knoc-Turn'Al) And I didn't have to use my AK Today was a good day *Beat fades*