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Kurupt:
Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
An M-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fk in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigg*
How many can I blast on sight?
I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigg*
girls wear skirts, shake as* and bump
I pop pistols, that's all I do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, I'ma glutton
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance
How the fk you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
that I'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
You go on and fk Misty, while I fk Michelle
Chorus:
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fk in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fk?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfkers wanna fk with us
What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and fk my b*tch, nigg*?
I never thought a nigg* would trip
off a little piece of as* that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
fk it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigg*, Kurupt young Gotti
A.K.A. Low Ricky nigg* (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigg*, b*tch, nigg*
Don't ask me s**t 'till you ask yourself
Chorus (Dre)
Dre:
What the fk is up? Man life's a b*tch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
kill a million motherfkers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfking fool (speak to these )
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fk, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them out to get you
So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigg*)
get sw*llowed in the game
I c*ck and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigg*, that s**t sounds like I did it
Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)
look like they're doped up like tired girls
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping s**t the fk out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
Motherfker don't ask me for s**t
fk everything you believe in, little b*tch
Chorus
Kurupt:
what, what?
