Super ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly (Part 2)(West Coast, West Coast)
Mr. X to the Z
Yeah, Warren (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Yeah) L.A. indo (Uh-huh) gangsta and ackmo
Guns out your window, dangerous

Ruthless, hostile, unforgivin'
Who gave you permission to stop me from livin', huh?
Try again faggot
You gotta rhyme betta than that to move out in front of the pack
It's two thousand and two
My back pack drops, got my back pack strapped and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed and laid back, at home with my feet up
I drop product
Lock and load, heat the streets up (Heat the streets up)
You weak fucks
Shakin' and dancin'
Y'all takin' pills, we all takin' penitentiary chances
I'm too advan-ced
Never the same when I hit it and quit it you wanna come get it, I'm quittin'
When I say that I'm wit it, that means I got a mean defence team that's gone get me equitted
Cheese and walkin' out the court room like George Jefferson
Stop for interviewin'
The faggot had it comin' to him

Warren G, G, G, G, G

Whatch'all thought?
I wasn't gonna return wit a hit? (Yep)
Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
I learned this from the best that gotch'all sprung (What?)
The, the doctor, Andre Young (Andre Young)
Compton, LB, ain't nothin' y'all can tell me
Goin' hard on the yard 'til my dogg bail me
He tells me I can't proceed wit it
I came back and got Warren G wit it (Warren G wit it)

West Coast
Still smokin' on that indo
Don't smoke
Oh no, no pretendin'
Oh no, I really came when I was dead broke
No more
I'm rollin' on some real dope
Oh no, 'bout to get a nigga stripped
So let's go
I'm the realest and they all know
Real dope
You need a filter on you will choke
Indo
That's all a nigga will smoke (Oh no)

No, niggaz betta get between they doh (Doh)
I'm shakin' all ya shit into the flow (Flow)
But be careful what you ask for, you just might get it (Might get it)
You the undisputed middle weight champ (Champ)
But unlike Hopkins, clap six to your shin, niggas start hoppin'
Shiest ain't stoppin' (Stoppin')
Another work to the clip, fool can't press mute on the poppin'
Knoc I hope you've lost some teeth
I'm feelin' funny the tummy and the nigga ain't been eatin' no fleas, I'm sick
And I ain't tryin' to get no better, but rather
Infect the world, needin' Vics in the sweater

Knoc's Landin'
Tell me if it ain't me, who get the best plannin' (Yep)
Who got your ears tuned in, and who keeps ya listenin'?
Who got your undivided attention?
Who makes your panties wet girl, hold up, boss?
Which nigga on TV you see that makes you wanna give up the draws?
At parties and show I mash regardless
Yo' hardest flows couldn't stop this from barkin'
I clinche divisions 'til there's no room for expansion
All prepare for war it's, Knoc's Landin'
A nightly stalker in shadows, I walk
Mindin' my own while hater throw soft
The more I succeed, the more bitches plot
Through my peripheral vision, I watch, subconsciously
Waitin' to introduce you to tragedy
See, it's Knoc's Landin', Knoc's Landin', Landin', Landin', Landin'