Super ugly

Mr X to tha Z

Yeah, Warren

LA indo, gangster and mack mo

Bullets at your window, dangerous



Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you permission

To try to stop me from livin', huh? Try again faggot

You've gotta ride better than that

To move out in front of the pack, it's two thousand and two



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



Shakin' and dancin'

Y'all takin' pills, we takin' 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 wit' it



When I say that I'm wit' it

That means I got a main defense team that's gon' get me acquitted

G's is walkin' out the courtroom like George Jefferson

Stop the interviewin', the faggot had it comin' to him



Warren G



What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit

Too much smokin' that Sherman shit

I learnt this from the best that got y'all sprung

The, the doctor Andre Young



Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me

Goin' hard on the yard till my dogs bail me

They tells me I can't proceed wit' it

I came back and got Warren G wit' it



West coast, still smoking on that indo

Smoke, oh no, don't pretend, oh no

I woulda came but I was dead broke, no mo

I'm rollin' on some real, oh no



'Bout to get it, but niggas 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 nigga will smoke, oh no



Now, niggas better get between their door, door

I'm shakin' all your shit onto the floor

And niggas don't get it

But be careful what you ask for you just might get it



Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin' like Hopkins

Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin', Shiest never stoppin'

In other words, if your click full

Can't press mute and it don't apply now



I'm feelin' funny in the tummy

And a nigga ain't been eatin' for weeks, I'm sick

I ain't trying to get no better but rather

Infect the world leavin' Vicks in a old sweater



Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the best planin'?

Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'?

Who gots your undivided attention?

Who makes your panties wet, girl?



Hold up, pause, which nigga on TV

That you see makes you wanna give up the draws

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



All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin'

A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk

Mindin' my own while haters throw soft

The more I succeed, the more bitches clock



Through my peripheral vision, I watch subconsciously

Waitin' to introduce you to tragedy see it's Knoc's landin'