Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Knoc-Turn'al
Knoc-Turn'al
Künstler:in
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Künstler:in
Nate Dogg
Nate Dogg
Rap
Warren G
Warren G
Rap
Xzibit
Xzibit
Rap
Shade Sheist
Shade Sheist
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Knoc-Turn'al
Knoc-Turn'al
Songwriter:in
A. Joyner
A. Joyner
Songwriter:in
A. Young
A. Young
Songwriter:in
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Songwriter:in
N. Hale
N. Hale
Songwriter:in
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Komponist:in
T Thompson
T Thompson
Songwriter:in
W. Griffin
W. Griffin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Produzent:in
Kevin Guarnieri
Kevin Guarnieri
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Super ugly
Mr. X to the Z
Yeah, Warren
Yeah, L.A. Indo, gangsta and Mack Mo
[Verse 2]
Bullets at your window, dangerous
Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you permission
To try to stop me from living, huh?
Try again, faggot, you've gotta ride better than that
To move out in front of the pack, it's two 2002
[Verse 3]
My backpack raps, got my backpack
Strapped and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up
I drop Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up
You, weak fuck
[Verse 4]
Shanking and dancing, y'all taking pills
We taking penitentiary chances
I'm too advanced is
Never the same when I hit it and quit it
You want it, come get it, I'm with it
[Verse 5]
When I say that I'm with it
That means I got a main defense team that's gon' get me acquitted
G's is walking out the courtroom like George Jefferson
Stop the interviewing, the faggot had it coming to him
[Verse 6]
Warren G
[Verse 7]
What's y'all thought? I wasn't gonna return with a hit?
Too much smoking that Sherman shit
I learnt this from the best that got y'all sprung
The, the doctor Andre Young
[Verse 8]
Compton, L.B., ain't nothing y'all can't tell me
Going hard on the yard till my dogs bail me
They tells me I can't proceed with it
I came back and got Warren G with it
[Verse 9]
West Coast, still smoking on that Indo
Don't smoke, oh no, don't pretend, oh no
I would came, but I was dead broke, no more
I'm rolling on some real, oh no
[Verse 10]
'Bout to get it, but **** trip though, let's go
I'm the realest and they all know real dope
You need a filter or you will choke, Indo
That's all a **** will smoke, oh no
[Verse 11]
Now, **** better get between their door, door
I'm shaking all your shit onto the floor
And **** don't get it
But be careful what you ask for, you just might get it
[Verse 12]
Yo, the undisputed middle weight champ running like Hopkins
Clap six to you shins, **** star hopping, Shiest never stopping
In other words, if your click full
Can't press mute and it don't apply now
[Verse 13]
I'm feeling funny in the tummy
And a **** ain't been eating for weeks, I'm sick
I ain't trying to get no better, but rather
Infect the world leaving Vicks in an old sweater
[Verse 14]
Knoc's landing, tell me if it ain't me, who got the best planing?
Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listening?
Who got your undivided attention?
Who makes your panties wet, girl?
[Verse 15]
Hold up, pause, which **** on TV
That you see makes you wanna give up the draw's?
At parties and shows, I mash regardless
Yo, hardest flows, couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion
[Verse 16]
All prepared for war, it's Knoc's landing
A nightly stalker in shadows I walk
Minding my own while haters throw soft
The more I succeed, the more bitches clock
[Verse 17]
Through my peripheral vision, I watch subconsciously
Waiting to introduce you to tragedy, see, it's Knoc's landing
Written by: A. Joyner, A. Young, Knoc-Turn'al, N. Hale, Royal Rosheam Harbor, T Thompson, W. Griffin
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