The Way I Am

[Intro - Knoc-turn'al - talking]

Yes

I'ma do me

I'ma do me

You gon' do you

You gon' do you

I'ma do me

I'ma do me (yes)

You gon' do you

You gon' do you

I'ma do me

I'ma do me

[Verse 1 - Knoc-turn'al]

I, I've been ridin for five years with D-R-E

You minor, I'm major league

But what y'all didn't expect to see

Is me on TV with Snoop D-O double G

Smoke weed, get a buzz, show a young G love

If you don't give a fuck (what?)

Put your hands up (what?)

Party like it should be done

You leaving at 2 girl? You know the night's just begun

The after hours spot is off the hook

The ugly crows buy the bottle of Crook

The fly crows keep smokin the kush

So you know I got a bird and a bush

You run up, you get stomped to mush

Look it here, I talk to God, I don't pray

When I want somethin, I don't play

It's Knoc-turn'al with a capital K

Best believe it's a brand new day

And if you feel me sunshine, come around my way

[Chorus - Knoc-turn'al]

Put your hands up, come off them grams

I ain't trippin that's the way I am (the way I am)

And if you see me with heat in my hand

You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)

I can't believe ya got up in them pants

Sexy lady gon' do that dance (*breathing noises*)

Come on over when your sick of ya man

And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]

Light blue shoes (shoes), dark blue pants (uh)

Four, five bitches and they all wanna dance

I don't get down bitch, that ain't my program

I don't hold hands and I don't slow jam (uh uh)

I C-Walk in the park with the fellas

And make suckers jealous cause they can't out sell us

You wanna join us? Well here's a few pointers

About them riders from the state of California

(Knoc-turn'al), knock on wood

Eastside, LB, shit it's all too good

In the hood, he's so "Confidential"

With the way that we get you and the shit that I hit you

And spit you, split you, sit you down

Click, cock, pop at you, rock you and knock you down

Pimp slap you and sock you down

Lifestyles of the motherfuckin Dogg Pound, now (*echo*)

[Chorus]

[Break - Knoc-turn'al]

I don't know that girl I just met her

Sippin on sour Amoretta

She gon' do her thing if I let her

But I'ma bounce cause her friend looks better

I like the way she knows me

Like the way she got herself in V.I.P

If she sees K-N-O-C

She gon' chill and wait out front for me

[Verse 3 - Knoc-turn'al]

Who do you know that rides for the coast

With a new breed and style of rap like me?

I had the patience to study the game

Dr. Dre made two Chronics and this is Chronic Three

I make classic hits and buy classic cars

And see classic hoes at classic bars

(Now I just step in the spot and the girls all pause)

Magic stick, I break down walls

Got my heat if some shit jumps off

Really you steppin to me is a lost cause

Party animal, here since a quarter to ten

Babyface, six-two with a L.A. brim

I got shell toes on, I don't wear them Timbs

I got hoes, got weed, and a gallon of gin

Ain't no tellin what I might get in

The first night, do it right, I'ma do it again

C'mon

[Chorus] - 2X

[Outro - Knoc-turn'al - talking]

You know where we be, in da club

Come find me, I ain't trippin

Air is free, so what ever you wanna do

For real though

Huh, it's just the way I am