[tash]
(who we got? )
We got catash and kuruption
What the fuck is yo function?
We got catash and kurupt
bout to fuck shit up
Im sippin nuttin but the best; what you got in yo cup?
[kurupt]
Hennessey
[verse one--tash]
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin so much ass I rock cleats on concrete
So get the pictuah
My rap stylell hit ya til ya move back
This aint the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back
Its on co uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin
While yo album on the shelf gettin dusty at the slausson
Swap
Pop that glock
Clock that knot
Its thin line between love and hate
Its thin line between compton n watts
What you got?
Yo motherfuckers is nerds
Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard!
[kurupt]
(check it out)
I heard it saggin in bandanas
Shit to spit the leaves
Split like bananas
Poetical scanners
Make the crowd go banana
Furious, luxurious, an glamorous
Bitches and cameras
Experts
Impenetrability exerts
Burst a verse
And since nuttin but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently clashin
Clash is
Throwin towels in like passes
All I want to know is where the ass is
If you got yo pistol let it sizzle an whistle
Im agile; you fragile--
Glass and crystal
Im priceless--the nicest
Yeah, thats right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight
[chorus]
[tash]
We got catash and kurupt
bout to fuck it up
Im sippin nuttin but the best; what you got in yo cup?
[kurupt]
Hennessey, nigga
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed
[tash]
You know I got the malibu
[kurupt]
I got the orange weed
[tash]
We got catash and kurupt
bout to fuck it up
Im sippin nuttin but the best; what you got in yo cup?
[kurupt]
O.e., homey, yeah
Oh, yeah, indeed
[tash]
You know I got the hennessey
[kurupt]
I got the orange weed, nigga
[both]
cause bustas is bustas, an gs iz gs
But aint nobody fuckin round wit mcs like these
[verse two--tash]
Somebody buck this nigga keys; this lil punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit my blunt
And thats a no-no, loco
So its one way to settle this:
You gots to box a round wit the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this shit aint even fear
Its kinda like we punchin munchkins
So let that nigga slide
He too wide-eyed to hide it
Tashll slap his ass so hard, Ill leave his afro lopsided
You got it?
Good
Tell your boyz n the hood
My styles a work of art--its like I carved it from wood
Im often misunderstood, cause my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block when you come to the west
Bangin styles thatll wash you up quicker than zest
Layin rap styles to rest if yo shit aint tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight!
[chorus]
Rum n coke...
Gin n juice...
[kurupt]
Olde english 800
Yeah, thats my brand
Drink it in a cold 40 ounce or a can
Only if gangstas come, Ill mash
Quickly be on ritzy, cause he down to blast
If you got it, Im a get it
Ya heard me, homey?
Im o.g.
I swerve and dip slowly, homey
Easily I approach
This bustah-ass nigga fin to blaze this roach
Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin
Its already cocked, so, Im like "fuck it, then"
Yous a bitch, and thats all youll be
An I dont give a fuck to let a nigga hear it from me
You got calibers, I got cali-co.
You got teflon, I got napalm
I come around from the side
Im gangstain it up
Pimpin wit pounds o hash
Wit dis bad lil mama wit a gang o ass
[outro--kurupt]
Yeah, niggas
Kurupt young gotti
(dpg)
Tash, whas crackin?
[tash]
You know...
Same shit different toilet
Put it down, my nigga from the west coast
Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta
But hold up, man
While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga king
Tee
The whole likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed)
Oh, what?
Only bad bitches?
Its a gangsta party
[kurupt]
Alkaholik gathering, muthafuckah...punk
[tash]
Alkaholiks, dpg
