[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 damn 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 dick 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 damn 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, fuck wit my crew
And we won`t stop poppin` `til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore 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 pussy shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin` hoes we get, c`mon
[Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy]
Can`t go wrong, releasin` all my lost hood songs...
Don`t give a damn 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 mothafuckin` public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin` Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin` around
Pussy ass niggas! tryin` to see what`s up wit my homboy
And see what`s up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I`m a mothafuckin` killa and it`s like this nigga
If I had a doller fo` every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn`t do shit, I`ll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it`s like this, it`s on, onsite
[*Xzibit scrieking*]
