[Intro: Kurupt]
All you despicable bitches
It`s Kurupt Young Gotti, man
And I got somethin` to say to all you
Despicable, bitches, Black Knights
What y`all think about them hoes?
What y`all got to say about all these hoes?
Bitch, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights
[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, make me rich)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, you bitch, you bitch)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Yeah bitch, won`t you make me rich?)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch)
[Crisis]
Could it be, I`m pissy drunk wit Monk, comin` home at sunrise
Wit a reputation of fuckin` hoes the first night
Plus ya first page came at 12:35
Never returned a call, so duplicate `bout 30 times
So now you talkin` loud, actin` wild, showin` out
Hoppin` all in my face, talkin` bout it`s goin` down
You got the game fucked up, you better slow it down
Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm
I don`t know what you been smokin` or sippin` on
That got you trippin` on, a nigga, but you flippin` on
A nigga at the wrong time, cuz I ain`t on one, I`m on nine
Shots of Henny straight, no rocks, look I know it`s your spot
But I ain`t in no mood for attitude, bitch, where`s ya gratitude?
[Doc Doom]
Trick, I`m tired of you always flippin` the script
Every time a nigga out, you think I`m trickin` my dick?
I kick ya ass if catch you keyin` my whip
Trick, I`m not of the niggaz that you used to fuck wit
Like the nigga Reese you burned wit a pot of hot grease
While he was `sleep, you would of been dead if that was me
That`s on the Black Knights Gang, it ain`t a small time thang
I got a wife at the tilt, you just my part time game
[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Yeah bitch, bitch, make me rich)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(I`m quick to tell a bitch to eat up a dick)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(I`ll slap the shit outta goofy ass bitch)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(A goofy, stupid, groupie, bitch)
[Monk]
It gotta be, she always stirrin` up an attitude for nothin`
Frontin` like she mad and shit, on some stupid shit
I hear the hot shit, pump ya brakes, I`m not in the mood
Relax bitch, you trippin`, losin` ya cool
For the price of an argument, to fuck up my high
Fuck up my day, it ain`t goin` down that way
Cuz something`s gon` make me smack yo ass (bitch!)
Mad cuz our splashed don`t trick cash
Don`t give a fuck, roll wit my niggaz, Bar Mitzvah slut
Phones stay off the hook, now ya ass is fed up
Disrespect my click like we don`t keep it crunk
Stay in ya place and keep ya ass outta my shoes
Hit the road bitch, if you can`t follow the rules, so what you choose?
[Crisis]
It might be the P.M.S., it might be the alcohol
It might be the fact that the Black Knights about to ball
[All (Kurupt)]
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, make me rich)
[Monk]
It could be the naggin`, it could be the braggin`
It could be the fact she hatin`, cuz the nights splashin`
[All (Kurupt)]
Something`s gon` make smack this bitch
(There bitch, you gots to skitz kadaf, it)
[Doc Doom]
You short on chips, runnin` her lips
Don`t wanna share the pussy wit the rest of the click, but
[All (Kurupt)]
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Yeah I know that bitch, that bitch ain`t shit)
[S. Man]
I fuck hoes for the squirtin` any season
African, Korean, European, Polynesian
No further reason to lessen my capacity
From the scrotum, cuz the nut gush it gradually
I`m S-man, tastefully delicious
Spittin` my game, gracefully, the bitches
I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter
380, concealin` `Gnac, pussy beater
Bitch bring a heater if it`s cold outside (bi-atch!)
You better walk if I want at to ride (bi-atch!)
Fly like a bird if you wanna be free
Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me
Lately, I`ve been watchin` you, watchin` me
Ain`t no stoppin` me, from gettin` this pussy for free
Cuz pussy`s made to be poked, don`t be afraid of the stroke
[Warcloud]
Now I`m big Warcloud from the L.A. streets
Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete
I crack a crystal coconut, cruisin` wit a silly bitch
Smellin` like cigarette, high, we drove by
Apple martini`s and tic tac, forget that
She`s wearin` so much make-up, if I slap her, her face will shatter
Riffraff fiddle sticks, Huck Finn the lawyer
I make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer
Dirty, beggy Thatcher, I`m great like Joe DiMaggio
I used to write books by a soda pop and the Cosby Show
I push a girl down real hard and watch him laugh
His smile so twisted the world will feel the draft
Young, and the Rocky just shootin` at tin cans
Goofy bitch said something that made me mad (bitch!)
Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves, so love
I smack you like a toucan, swattin` a turtle dove (goofy bitch)
[Chorus: All (Kurupt)]
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Yeah, I`mma end up puttin` somethin` in this bitch right here)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Oh man you see that bitch over there)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Say bitch, don`t you owe me some bread)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, give me some head)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(I ain`t got money for you, nigga)
Something`s gon` make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, shut up, shut up, bitch)
[Outro: Kurupt]
I know you bitch, you ain`t nothin`, ain`t never been nothin`
If you was a quarter, bitch, you already broken down to a penny
You bitch, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread
`For I slap the wig off of ya
