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Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt Motherfucker)
Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air.
Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a grip of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
With the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin for niggas like Doggs
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hoes
(Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dicked?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air.
You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kingpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes)
I got the Juice like 2Pac
(Plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin and
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering
Yeah
(I'm raw like news footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air.
Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beef
Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
Niggas don't give a fuck nigga
About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
Niggas don't give a fuck nigga
That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
Niggas don't give a fuck nigga
The clique I'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
Real niggas don't give a fuck
Now all the bitches, and the niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
To all my niggas, and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air