Knock ’Em Down Music E-40 (Ft. Cousin Fik, Turf Talk & Ya Boy)

[Chorus: Ya Boy & Cousin Fik]
You better run when you hear that poppin' sound
See them shells dropping down we about to knock him down
This is knock 'em down muse, knock e'm knock 'em down music
This is knock 'em down muse, knock 'em knock 'em down music
I know some boys that'll come from outta town
That will hit'chu for a pound catch you slippin' outta bounds
This is knock 'em down muse, knock 'em knock 'em down music
This is knock 'em down muse, knock 'em knock 'em down music
BITCH!

[Verse 1: E-40]
UGH!
He a paddle gruff, he a misfit, he don't really get out, he a clown
He a cornball, he a weirdo, he a nickelbag I'm a pound
But little do they know that the square looking dude that a smile instead a frown
A knock yo ass down
Nigga wanna play tough guy, nigga get fucked up
So called street guy get his ass touched up
One of my dudes just got a call he back in that thang again
Called us raw and his best friend again
Everyday lifestyles confused it, giving fools the blues in
In and out of the shootout, force gangs no croon out
New shine cook and wine never been a pooch
Kill Roy up in the pin some might call it hooch