| Song | Knock'em Out The Box |
| Artist | MC Ren |
| Album | Renincarnated |
| [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 ass in the parking lot | |
| I’m knocking fools out the box | |
| I’m knocking fools out the box | |
| [Verse 1: MC Ren] | |
| Nigga with Tha Chill up in the studio | |
| Nigga getting bored tryna call up a ho | |
| Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain’t right | |
| Fucked up and let my weed up for the night | |
| Called up my nigga Bone for the grand | |
| Comp-town niggas, man keep him on the sand | |
| Damn can’t get thru with that fat-ass sack | |
| Let me smoke that shit, let my eyes roll back | |
| Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud | |
| (?), make their knees hit the rud | |
| Bitch I’m the villain you’re sucking mine first | |
| Same time a nigga busting his verse | |
| Don’t look at me just keep your eyes close | |
| Then I’m gonna bust in your mouth I suppose | |
| Bitch here it comes, don’t say a fucking word | |
| Here it goes | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: MC Ren] | |
| On the ninty-one to the two to the ten | |
| Bitch about to crash when she looking at Ren | |
| (?) | |
| About to get my ass off, nigga need gas | |
| Nigga mad dawg when they see the icon | |
| Knowing damn well you wanna talk to the don | |
| Cause bitch choose me by a punk number three | |
| But hub city niggas we don’t let them ride free | |
| Renincarnated bumbing out the window | |
| About to make some final touches at the studio | |
| Picked up my nigga Bigg Rocc on the way | |
| He told me whay them bitch-ass niggas had to say | |
| Still on my nuts, wishing the name was The Vill | |
| Try to pull a nigga like a fisher real | |
| Fuck the niggas, I ’ma fuck they bitches like this | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: MC Ren] | |
| Nigga with Tha Chill up in the studio | |
| Nigga getting bored tryna call up a ho | |
| Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain’t right | |
| Fucked up and let my weed up for the night | |
| Called up my nigga Bone for the grand | |
| Comp-town niggas, man keep him on the sand | |
| Damn can’t get thru with that fat-ass sack | |
| Let me smoke that shit, let my eyes roll back | |
| Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud | |
| (?), make their knees hit the rud | |
| Bitch I’m the villain you’re sucking mine first | |
| Same time a nigga busting his verse | |
| Don’t look at me just keep your eyes close | |
| Then I’m gonna bust in your mouth I suppose | |
| Bitch here it comes, don’t say a fucking word | |
| Here it goes | |
| [Hook] |
| 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 ass in the parking lot | |
| I' m knocking fools out the box | |
| I' m knocking fools out the box | |
| Verse 1: MC Ren | |
| Nigga with Tha Chill up in the studio | |
| Nigga getting bored tryna call up a ho | |
| Hobanging through these speakers, cause something ain' t right | |
| Fucked up and let my weed up for the night | |
| Called up my nigga Bone for the grand | |
| Comptown niggas, man keep him on the sand | |
| Damn can' t get thru with that fatass sack | |
| Let me smoke that shit, let my eyes roll back | |
| Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud | |
| ?, make their knees hit the rud | |
| Bitch I' m the villain you' re sucking mine first | |
| Same time a nigga busting his verse | |
| Don' t look at me just keep your eyes close | |
| Then I' m gonna bust in your mouth I suppose | |
| Bitch here it comes, don' t say a fucking word | |
| Here it goes | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: MC Ren | |
| On the nintyone to the two to the ten | |
| Bitch about to crash when she looking at Ren | |
| ? | |
| About to get my ass off, nigga need gas | |
| Nigga mad dawg when they see the icon | |
| Knowing damn well you wanna talk to the don | |
| Cause bitch choose me by a punk number three | |
| But hub city niggas we don' t let them ride free | |
| Renincarnated bumbing out the window | |
| About to make some final touches at the studio | |
| Picked up my nigga Bigg Rocc on the way | |
| He told me whay them bitchass niggas had to say | |
| Still on my nuts, wishing the name was The Vill | |
| Try to pull a nigga like a fisher real | |
| Fuck the niggas, I ' ma fuck they bitches like this | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: MC Ren | |
| Nigga with Tha Chill up in the studio | |
| Nigga getting bored tryna call up a ho | |
| Hobanging through these speakers, cause something ain' t right | |
| Fucked up and let my weed up for the night | |
| Called up my nigga Bone for the grand | |
| Comptown niggas, man keep him on the sand | |
| Damn can' t get thru with that fatass sack | |
| Let me smoke that shit, let my eyes roll back | |
| Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud | |
| ?, make their knees hit the rud | |
| Bitch I' m the villain you' re sucking mine first | |
| Same time a nigga busting his verse | |
| Don' t look at me just keep your eyes close | |
| Then I' m gonna bust in your mouth I suppose | |
| Bitch here it comes, don' t say a fucking word | |
| Here it goes | |
| Hook |