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Missy Elliott

"The Knoc"

Whatchu want?
Whatchu want?
Get off me

[Knoc] I pull quick, it's useless
[Knoc] I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped
[Knoc] Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full hips with firm tits
[Dr.D] Yeah we fully chipped, been on gangsta sh*t
[Dr.D] It's ruthless, drunk off two fifths
[Dr.D] Who make hits? (Dre)

[Knoc-turn'al]
Who we wit? (Knoc)
Westcoast parties don't stop
Who drop head-boppers? (The head doctor, bed-rocker)
Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters
Checkin lockers, Mexican connect to play soccer
PH's and c*ckblockers
Ho-hoppers, weez n*ggas is off the rocker
Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka
With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Foxx's doctor (for real?)
Takin names and takin orders
Ya fake ya name, and I'm all up on ya
n*gga that's Cali-fornia
Palm trees and 6-3's on deez
Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a
Slangin boulders, thought I told ya
True soldiers, comin from the motherf*ckin shoulders (WOOP!)

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Take it ea-say! (ea-say)
Cuz it's the motherf*ckin KNOC!
Hotter than yo' block fulla motherf*ckin COPS!
Bow down when ya see me!
Knoc the truth best believe it!
Take it ea-say! (ea-say)
Cuz it's the motherf*ckin KNOC!
Hotter than a freak who givin head who won't STOP!
Bow down when ya pass thru!
Knoc-turn'al God damn you!

[Knoc-turn'al]
What's the difference between us? (Nah not that again)
New songs, and new cars, and new broads, and new thongs
On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar
Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars
Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep
Bogart yo beef get the f*ck off my street
Getcha motherf*ckin ass beat
L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop n*gga what?
I don't give a f*ck
Hustlers, hood-rats, sick-ass thugs - Crips and Bloods
(Hell n*gg-uh!) All my real n*ggas raise it up
Nuttin but dubs, you got a sack, n*gga what?
Blaze it up

[Hook: Missy Elliott]

[Knoc-turn'al]
b*tch you ain't 'bout sh*t, my bad
Turn off the lights, don't trip
Give a nig' some ack right and act like..
You might.. lick balls tonight
Girls all pause, hell nah, girls drop draws on site
Do drugs, shroom cups, smoke bud, all night
That's right, I like.. bi-sexual women, f*ck dykes
Suck di*k? No, but your father might
f*ckin hermaphrodite!
Duck the IRS, f*ckin Howard Stern's wife
In traffic, b*tch gave me head in real life
L.A. city lights, C.A. get it right
Westcoast on the grind, these n*ggas done lost they minds
Straight loungin in the sunshine
Here's one thing you b*tch n*ggas must know
f*ck you! Please believe that, and I mean that

[Hook: Missy Elliott]

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