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Kurupt:
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Check it out
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Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
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An M-16 with eighteen clips
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I'm all set to bust, treacherous
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Illustrious, homie don't question us
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Just ask yourself the question
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How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
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Just ask yourself the question, nigga
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How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
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I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
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Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
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I pop pistols, that's all I do
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I pop one at him and pop two at you
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I'm illusive, I'ma glock it
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Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
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I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
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You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)
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How the fuck you make it this far?
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No matter where you at, or who you are
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People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
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I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car
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Just from last night you can tell
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that I'm addicted to the fast life
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Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
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You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle
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Chorus:
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Just ask yourself the question
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How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
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Just ask yourself the question
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How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
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Just ask yourself the question
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Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
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Just ask yourself the question
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I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
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What you wanna do, penetrate me?
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Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
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I never thought a nigga would trip
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off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
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Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
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You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
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Fish and chips, chips and dip
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Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
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I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti
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A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)
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Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
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On a creep homie, wake up
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Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
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Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
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Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself
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Chorus (Dre)
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Dre:
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What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch
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You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
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kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
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Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
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I thought the same way, back in the days
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Young, with a lack on daily things
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Never thought too much, homie, never trip
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I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
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Look out for them niggaz out to get you
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So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
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Niggaz get swallowed in the game
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I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
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Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it
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Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)
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Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
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With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
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Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
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With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
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Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
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Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
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Chorus
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Kurupt:
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what, what?
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Ask Yourself a Question
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Dr. DRE |