[kurupt talking (kurupt talking in the background)]
*sniffs (2x)* *coughs (4x)* *sniffs (2x)* (ahh shit) *sniffs (2x)*
Yo! yo man! *sniffs (2x)* *puffs on a joint* *coughs (4x)* (? ? ? )
Yo! yo I got a message for all yall motherfuckers mad at shit
cause now Im mad at shit
Got niggas smokin a whole motherfucken dope-sack of some doja
Yall know what I mean?
Shippin motherfucken shipments of some bomb-ass weed
Yo check it! fuck all yall fake-ass, mad cause nobody dont love yall
Secretly dingy-ass, 500,000 sold-ass, bitch-ass, funny style-ass
Goofy, dusty, dirty, punk-ass motherfuckers
Gangster nigga! (*laughing*)
To all the homies (for the gangsters, for all the homies)
No bitch-ass niggas allowed (no, uh-huh)
No bitches allowed (we goin do it like this)
Kurupt, young gotti (nigga), check it out
[verse 1: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]
Gangster, gangster, Im a g from the d,
Thats what the riders see (uh-huh)
Im a get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the deal
Come through, grey and blue, Im a show you what I do
Where I hang the shit, dogg pound gangstaville
In the cut, nigga what
Im a slip through, if you trip, Im a trip too
Get a bitch to strip till the homies dick through (oh, come on now)
Got my nigga slip too (what up slip!? )
And I got a whole eighth of weed,
And thats all we need (*puffs on a joint* *coughs*)
Till we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in
(what, what? ), I knew its bout to be a gd- up reunion (gangster!)
Aint no words to express this song
cause one day youre here, and the next youre gone
This goes out to the homies (? ? ? ),
And this is straight from the heart and true
And this ones for you
[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]
This ones for you! yeah!
This ones for you, ohh!
This ones for you! (and this ones for you!) wooahoo!
This ones for you! (give it up nigga, give it up fool)
[verse 2: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]
Hollered at one of the homies the other day,
He said someones approachin
And then he looked the other way (ay yo, ay yo, oh my goodness!)
Turned back and draw (come on nigga!),
And all you saw (oh shit, what the fuck? ),
Was a vision of himself, he choked in the ? ? ? (oh!)
I just paused the lab, thats some familiar shit,
cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit
So I tell him I love you and stay safe (dogg), then I skates,
To a whole different hood where different shit takes place
(alright dogg) I been gd, since the age of eighteen
When I first ran into heaters, nine-millimeters
Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one
Took the bong and smoke, these a hundred spokes
Holler at the big homeboy c-style (what up c-style!? )
Havent seen him in a while (yeah)
So I pops the stash,
And pull out the orange-blueberry shrooms and hash
(blaze! *puffs on a joint (4x)* *coughs*)
I dont think niggas could last,
cause aint nothin with kurupt and daz
(uh-ah, no way, no how, ? ? ? )
[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]
(overlaps the last four words of verse 2)
This ones for you! ho-woah!
This ones for you-oo! (aye!)
This ones for you! (this ones for you!) oowoah! (uh-huh)
This ones for you-oo, yeah! (check it out! you know what? )
[verse 3 - kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]
I feel a woo comin on cuz (woo! (5x)) (2x)
There I was, when I talk about history, or psychology, or biology (what? )
We talk about d.p.-ology, geology, a g-senology (what? )
Gs in rare form, cs in rare form,
I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ? ? ? storm
Stack up the cut just like busters, heaters cocked back for all you
Motherfuckers thats trying to touch us (check it out)
I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches
(Im a) conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop
Blown, hold up, whats goin on? (whats up!? )
My man capone within a whole different zone (right)
Hoppin in fours (zzz, zzz),
Slammin cadillac doors wit a gang of hoes
Could we put hos nigga, foes nigga
Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang (who that? )
Kurupts the name, nigga you know the game (check it out)
Snoop doggs the name, nigga you know the game
Dat nigga daz the name, you know exactly what we claim,
Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames (*burning flame*)
Dope in the wind, indo and hair (*puffs on a joint* now)
The gang nigga
[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]
This ones for you! haay-haay! (gang *coughs (3x)*)
This ones for you-oo! hoah! (you dont know? )
This ones for you! ooo-ohh!
This ones for you-oo!
This ones for you! yeaah!
This ones for you-oo! ohh!
This ones for you! ooo-ohh!
This ones for you-oo! ohh-yeaah!
*kurupt coughs*
