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Текст песни B.G. f Juvenile, Turk - Knock Out

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Verse One: TurkIn the Lex we gettin bluntedFuckin hoes and countin moneyNiggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlinNiggas that seventeen playin wit cake niggaNigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggasLeavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastinNigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughinWhoever try ta stop us from shinninFour karat choppers out the window start to firingTag-teamin is a must for me and my roundsI catch one he catch one thats how its goin downFuckin right we do it once play them hoes like thatWhile I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the backWe spend cash with each otherToss ass with each otherAnd if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each otherFuckin rightWe click tight Nothin come in between Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that greenChorus: JuvenileThere once was a nigga and his name was TurkHe always shot balled and he put in his workUntil one dy he was bustin` with a dudeThen he hit`em with the K knocked`em ouuta his shoesVerse Two: B.G.B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.sIn my down low Camaro blowin` them weedsIts a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesseTold them haters we was goin` nation they didn`t believeCa$h Money worth figuers and it aint no jokeWe aint never been no hoeSo run up in ya smokeI tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seatTuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweepOn Sunday I`m out shinnin`On the lake on crome straight blindin`Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin`Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I`m lyin` At our concerts in helicopters we flyin`Aint no secret niggas hatin` niggas dyin`Chorus: JuvenileThere once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)He drove around town with a 223Until oneday he was bustin` with a dudeSo he hit`em with the K and knocked`em outta his shoesVerse Three: Hot BoysB.G.: Playin` with us nigga off top we`ll hurt cha Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin` twerk yaTurk: They got a lot of niggas hatin` on me and the B.G. Get in our way we`ll smoke ya leave ya wet in the streetB.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke themTurk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura) We love ta shine get down and dirty in blackB.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint readyTurk: We`ll leave ya block shook Fuck ya hoe and get a hook Nigga who try sizin` up get they life tookB.G.: I don`t play dawg I got a resume to prove it Rub me the wrong way I`ma draw down and start shootin`Turk: For my nigga I`ll blast be the first ta hit the set Cock back the Mac and let bullets ejectChorus: JuvenileThere once was some niggas out the CMB Some out the mario some out that wild T.C.Until one day they was bustin with some dudesSo they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes Uh knocked em outta they shoesT.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoesV.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoesThey knocked em outta they shoesHot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoesB.G. knocked em outta they shoesNigga Turk knocked em outta they shoesThe H.B.s knocked em outta they shoesMy nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoesMy nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoesKnocked em outta they shoesKnocked em outta they shoes

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