Can't Go Wrong

Kurupt
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't swith
Like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways
That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone...
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on
It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock
Pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just

Chorus: Butch Cassidy
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a d*mn on the real, I say just what I feel...
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

DJ Quik
Kurupt, what up

Kurupt
I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"
Dippin' through, comin' like ay!
Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S
It's the prince of the West
I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much
I ain't even really trippin'
It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and
Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a d*ck in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted
Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti
Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe
You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe
Dump fossils, colossal, I

Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt)
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
(Just don't stop)
Don't give a d*mn on the real, I say just what I feel...
(Bounce them switches)
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
('Cause I'ma bust all day)
No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)

DJ Quik
Yes
1, 2, fk wit my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that wh*re with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door
The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush
Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag
No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun
Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes
Get out! yeah! look here!
We started this p*ssy s**t, no s**t
And these the mothafkin' hoes we get, c'mon

Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a d*mn on the real, I say just what I feel...
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit
Aight y'all this a mothafkin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafkin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half as* mothafkas comin' around
p*ssy as* ! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy
And see what's up wit me, nigg* is he this, is he that
nigg* I'm a mothafkin' killa and it's like this nigg*
If I had a doller fo' every time you b*tch as*
Came around and didn't do s**t, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafkas, it's like this, it's on, onsite

*Xzibit scrieking*