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letra de knock'em out the box - mc ren

[intro]
fool tell your trick to stay away from the chevy
i know you wanna see me rip it up
made my first g before adding on the mc

[hook]
now who keeps it real
i’m coming straight of the street of compton like e
one for the trouble, jack for -ss in the parking lot
i’m knocking fools out the box
i’m knocking fools out the box

[verse 1: mc ren]
n-gga with tha chill up in the studio
n-gga getting bored tryna call up a ho
ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain’t right
f-cked up and let my weed up for the night
called up my n-gga boom bam for the grand
comp-town n-ggas, man keep him on the sand
d-mn can’t get thru with that fat–ss sack
let me smoke that sh-t, let my eyes roll back
hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud
(?), make their knees hit the rud
b-tch i’m the villain you’re sucking mine first
same time a while n-gga busting his verse
don’t look at me just keep your eyes close
then i’m gonna bust in your mouth i suppose
b-tch here it comes, don’t say a f-cking word
here it goes

[verse 2: mc ren]
on the ninty-one to the two to the ten
b-tch about to crash when she looking at ren
(?)
about to get my -ss off, n-gga need gas
n-gga mad dawg when they see the icon
knowing d-mn well you wanna talk to the don
cause b-tch choose me by a punk number three
but hub city n-ggas we don’t let them ride free
renincarnated bumbing out the window
about to make some final touches at the studio
picked up my n-gga bigg rocc on the way
he told me whay them b-tch–ss n-ggas had to say
still on my nuts, wishing the name was the vill
try to pull a n-gga like a fisher real
f-ck them n-ggas, i’ma f-ck they b-tches like this

[verse 3: mc ren]
n-gga with tha chill up in the studio
n-gga getting bored tryna call up a ho
ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain’t right
f-cked up and let my weed up for the night
called up my n-gga boom bam for the grand
comp-town n-ggas, man keep him on the sand
d-mn can’t get thru with that fat–ss sack
let me smoke that sh-t, let my eyes roll back
hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud
(?), make their knees hit the rud
b-tch i’m the villain you’re sucking mine first
same time a n-gga busting his verse
don’t look at me just keep your eyes close
then i’m gonna bust in your mouth i suppose
b-tch here it comes, don’t say a f-cking word
here it goes

- mc ren

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