"Let Me Clear My Throat" lyrics

Let me clear my throat, hahahaha
Once again it's on

I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you
I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you

I'm a grown ass man, I don't cry no more
They know daddy got the presence when he step through the door
I been hustling, been grinding, been macking, been jacking
Been stacking, been the realest nigga on your block
Cause I been a lot of places that you won't go
Man, I know a lot of niggas that you don't know
So stop faking, stop fronting, you lame, you buster
I did a lot of things that you won't do

I'm trying to make us be as tight as we can be
Yeah, I stay putting it down for the WC
They say "Hey Knoc, there's too much shit in the game"
Yeah, I know that but motherfuckers is calling my name
So I concocted a concoction so crowds could keep rocking
Take it back to the b-boys, backpacks and pop locking

I know you like the way that Knoc-turn'al do
Come on over, let me see your body move

I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you
I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you

They say "Hey Knoc, why you take so long to come out?"
Really, I just wanna know about that tongue in your mouth

I'm on a mission, baby girl, I ain't got time for small talk
I'm trying to get a star on that Hollywood boardwalk
You got a penny in your hand, what do you smell, it's one cent
Don't be up all in mine, just mind your business
My hustle is strong, you can't fade it
Test me, your birthday will be belated
Uh huh, yeah, you know me, I keep shit pushing
In the bed or the streets, I keep on pushing
How many MC's you know can get creative

I'm a Taurus, baby girl, my birthday is May-ish
I'm left handed, I keep it true to the game

Man, I came back but things just ain't the same
Man, what's wrong with you niggas out here
Y'all need to man up
Matter of fact, light your blunt and throw your flag up

I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you
I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you

If I talk to you, would you talk back
A true G, a true hustler, a gangsta mack
Let me take you back to back in the days
When true niggas rode real streets in Long Beach caught up in the maze
The nigga that fucked up, yep, front page
The nigga got bumped up, yeah, just for playing with me by this gauge
All you fake MC's is up for annihilation
I been watching you motherfuckers, pacing and pacing
It's the return of Freddy Krueger or maybe it's just Jason
Shit, maybe I'm a militant, maybe I'm a mason

Maybe I'm belligerent, one thing I ain't is faking
One rude ass boy, shit, I should have been born Jamaican

I don't eat bottom feeders or bacon
I'm trying to help the West Coast for four generations
Yeah, you know me by now, K-N-O-C
Yeah, it's Knoc-turn'al, I stay up at night, I don't sleep

I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you
I say hey little cutie, let me clear my throat
And if I float your boat, let me get to know you