PEEPIN' TOM

Yeah this how we do - this a little story about'uh a nigga you know well Knoc-turn'al I can see you watchin' waitin' in my garden in my bushes plot'n peepin' Toms at my home lookin' in my window 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 low low wit tinted windows I'm just cruisin' down the street in my 64” checkin' all my traps an all my hoes life is to short I stay on my toes G'd up spill gin and juice on brand new clothes pull up hit a switch and drop the back on the prowl in a black hat lookin' for cat I got a chrome planque that reads “who's the mac?” black pussy always talikn' bout it cause I love it this California love got a nigga drunk and budded express yourself 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 boy's in the hood are always hard come talkn' that trash we'll pull your card knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit can't trust my homies can't trust no bitch don't quote me boy I ain't said shit it's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen I'm hard in the paint listen I'm steady dippin' I get down while ya 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 I'm jackin' for bears Black Superman I put it down for the LAC pistol grip pump on 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 law and the peace treaty we be clubin' everybody likes when the girls shake somethin' system overload stay bumpin' it's Thug life ya'll know the rules gotta do what'cha gotta do and stay true post a toast to the WestCoast easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke tell your momma to get off my tip I have no time to give her this dick I'm gonna hold it and walk around the stage an if you fuck up then I'm gonna get my gage and shrivle you up like California raisins unload the barrel and laugh cause I'm puttin' led in your mutha-fuckin' ass I can see you watchin' waitin' in my garden in my bushes plot'n peepin' Toms at my home lookin' in my window I'm on the radio an ain't a damn thing funny it's just like Compton bitch betta have my money I'm messed up an I don't know why tryna get a piece of this American pie do my thang blow off the roof I'm 187 Proof it's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky it's the formula murder was the case that they gave me Dear Momma Brenda had a baby hard times got a nigga going crazy the hood can't take me under it's a G thang we bavkyard boogie in the land where we bang gangstas make the world go round what's my muthafuckin' name Knoc-turn'al an I didn't even have to use my AK today was a good day