[Kurupt
Drunken Master
Both]
Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh.
Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh.
You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta
Assassin. Numba one.
Drunkenstyle, baby. C`mon.
Huh? It`s like this, homie.
We don`t stop. We pop glocks
We got nots. We clock knocks
I bust shots. I`m raw dog
Kurupt`s a hog. O-G for the dogs!
Uh! Uh. It`s like that, ch`all!
It`s goin` down. Let`s get some freestyle shit in here.
Y-Y-Yeah! It`s like that, nigga.
All my gangbangin` homeboys throw it up. I`ma blow it up
Make the spot flame. You don`t know my name?
I`ma tell ya somethin`, homie. You know the game?
I don`t got no strain, no type of stress
I protects myself wit` the Smif-to the-Wes
Westside, nigga. Rida for life!
Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife
And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though
Drop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time
When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it`s nice
Ignite mics, homie. I`m cold as ice
and I`m percise like shots at point blank
These niggas wanna come through? They get ganked!
My homeboy Drunken Master said,
`Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust `em
Leave that bastard dead, nigga.`
So indeed I had to cock my heat
Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat
Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed
Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head
I`ma leave `em all dead and you heard what I said
Make `em bleed `til they bled, when you see me in red,
nigga, best believe I`m bleedin`
`cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it`s true,
it`s true. And, nigga, what I do is I ride
Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, nigga
My heart pounds, everybody lay it down
You look around. Bustin` everybody on the ground
and if you got money, I`m in your pockets. Strip `em off
I get it right. Bitches get it off
the sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed
Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed
Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z,
and my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P
Now we don`t stop. We pop glocks
It`s all your fault.
We clock knocks. Rock non-stop
No hoe, no salt.
You just a bitch and bitches eat dick,
also you know that bitches ain`t shit
See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime
I`m one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line
A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me
K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C
[Drunken Master]
Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin` cash wit` Kurupt and Daz
It ain`t my fault if I blast on yo` busta ass
Drunkenstyle, nigga, time to put it down
Professional Chedda Chasers ridin` wit` Tha Dogg Pound
Bustin` off shots, headed for the weed spot
On your block bumpin` underground Pac, nigga
Pissy drunk, don`t make me pop the trunk
Ayyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the blunt
so we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin` bitches
Drunken Master on the road to the riches
Snitches catch slugs when they ride down my block
Ayyo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what you got
[Kurupt
Kurupt`s voice sampled]
I got sixteen mothafuckin` M-16`s
Fifteen nine millimeters with beams
Fifteen mothafuckin` MACK-11`s
and mini-macks too, nigga. Bitch little nigga
Punk mothafucka
B-Bitch little nigga. Punk-
punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga
Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga
Punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga
Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga
