Westside Connection, Knoc-Turn’al - Lights Out lyrics
[Westside Connection, Knoc-Turn’al - Lights Out lyrics]
Now that's cool
You know
I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
Fuck the???
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he came hittin my weed
He came drinkin my Hen'
Matter fact if I see him in traffic
Even though y'all fuck with him
It's on
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
(let's go)
Get yo party on with me
(get it crackin in this motherfucker)
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
On the mic I been a demon since semen
Have you screamin': Oh mama
Here come that young Osama
With that Al-Quaida drama
Fuck no, it's the Dalai Lama
With that West World Order
Now MC's Bow Down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner at the club
Like "nigga what", they throw up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L i'mma keep ac'in
You can even tell that
Motherfucker Jesse Jackson
Pay your child support, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck with us
Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy layed the ass
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag
And lace it with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off
A nigga ready to smash
I drink my yac out the bottle
I don't fuck with a glass
And I ain't set tripping dog
That's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash
I was a stick up kid
I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it
I downed it fast
Or I'm creeping through your window
Breaking out your glass
Then I rob the whole party
Looking through a ski mask
C'mon
From the land of the Lakers, bird breakers
Impala pedals
While we chop dollars with those in sombreros
It's the check a ho
When the cutlass checkin doe
So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball/boat)
Ball gritty but a group of hogs with me
And VIP yo from mad dog 20/20
Dub C chucking up the 23rd alphabetical
Steel swiss hanging like a testicle
Lick 1, 2 to the nose my bump was
Take a picture trick my foe's
Posing like the Heisman
I'm burnin money
Trying to slide some in your tummy
Keep your panties gummy, have
You walkin' funny
Trick
You know
I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
Fuck the???
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he came hittin my weed
He came drinkin my Hen'
Matter fact if I see him in traffic
Even though y'all fuck with him
It's on
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
(let's go)
Get yo party on with me
(get it crackin in this motherfucker)
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
On the mic I been a demon since semen
Have you screamin': Oh mama
Here come that young Osama
With that Al-Quaida drama
Fuck no, it's the Dalai Lama
With that West World Order
Now MC's Bow Down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner at the club
Like "nigga what", they throw up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L i'mma keep ac'in
You can even tell that
Motherfucker Jesse Jackson
Pay your child support, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck with us
Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy layed the ass
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag
And lace it with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off
A nigga ready to smash
I drink my yac out the bottle
I don't fuck with a glass
And I ain't set tripping dog
That's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash
I was a stick up kid
I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it
I downed it fast
Or I'm creeping through your window
Breaking out your glass
Then I rob the whole party
Looking through a ski mask
C'mon
From the land of the Lakers, bird breakers
Impala pedals
While we chop dollars with those in sombreros
It's the check a ho
When the cutlass checkin doe
So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball/boat)
Ball gritty but a group of hogs with me
And VIP yo from mad dog 20/20
Dub C chucking up the 23rd alphabetical
Steel swiss hanging like a testicle
Lick 1, 2 to the nose my bump was
Take a picture trick my foe's
Posing like the Heisman
I'm burnin money
Trying to slide some in your tummy
Keep your panties gummy, have
You walkin' funny
Trick