Tha Chill - Knock'em Out The Box lyrics

[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 a** in the parking lot I'm knocking fools out the box I'm knocking fools out the box [Verse 1: MC Ren] n***a with Tha Chill up in the studio n***a getting bored tryna call up a ho Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain't right f**ed up and let my weed up for the night Called up my n***a Boom Bam for the grand Comp-town n***as, man keep him on the sand Damn can't get thru with that fat-a** sack Let me smoke that sh**, let my eyes roll back Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud (?), make their knees hit the rud b**h I'm the villain you're s**ing mine first Same time a n***a busting his verse Don't look at me just keep your eyes close Then I'm gonna bust in your mouth I suppose b**h here it comes, don't say a f**ing word Here it goes [Hook] Now who keeps it real I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot I'm knocking fools out the box I'm knocking fools out the box [Verse 2: MC Ren] On the ninty-one to the two to the ten b**h about to crash when she looking at Ren (?) About to get my a** off, n***a need gas n***a mad dawg when they see the icon Knowing damn well you wanna talk to the don Cause b**h choose me by a punk number three But hub city n***as 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***a Bigg Rocc on the way He told me whay them b**h-a** n***as had to say Still on my nuts, wishing the name was The Vill Try to pull a n***a like a fisher real f** them n***as, I'ma f** they b**hes like this [Hook] Now who keeps it real I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot I'm knocking fools out the box I'm knocking fools out the box [Verse 3: MC Ren] n***a with Tha Chill up in the studio n***a getting bored tryna call up a ho Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain't right f**ed up and let my weed up for the night Called up my n***a Boom Bam for the grand Comp-town n***as, man keep him on the sand Damn can't get thru with that fat-a** sack Let me smoke that sh**, let my eyes roll back Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud (?), make their knees hit the rud b**h I'm the villain you're s**ing mine first Same time a n***a busting his verse Don't look at me just keep your eyes close Then I'm gonna bust in your mouth I suppose b**h here it comes, don't say a f**ing word Here it goes [Hook] Now who keeps it real I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot I'm knocking fools out the box I'm knocking fools out the box