Dr. Dre - Ask Yourself A Question (bonus Cut) * lyrics

Kurupt featuring dr. dre * this song is one of three special bonus cuts of the double cd Intro: kurupt Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts A nicklebag of bliss An m-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i f** in one night? Just ask yourself the question, n***a How many n***az can i blast on sight? Verse one: kurupt I'm ferocious, and you knows this n***a b**hes wear skirts, shake a** and bump I pop pistols, that's all i do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, i'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my g-boy stance How the f** you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell That i'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell You go on and f** misty, while i f** michelle Chorus: kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i f** in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many n***az can i blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (girl: is it cool to ride) or is it cool to f**? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherf**ers wanna f** with us Verse two: kurupt What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? bust and f** my b**h, n***a? I never thought a n***a would trip Off a little piece of a** that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip f** it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky n***a, kurupt young gotti A.k.a. low ricky n***a (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, i'm hazardous to health, n***a, b**h, n***a Don't ask me sh** 'till you ask yourself Chorus: dr. dre & kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i f** in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many n***az can i blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (girl: is it cool to ride) or is it cool to f**? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherf**ers wanna f** with us Verse three: dr. dre What the f** is up? man life's a b**h You gotta put your pistol to the sky, k** a million motherf**ers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherf**ing fool (speak to these n***az) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as f**, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them n***az out to catch us So i'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol n***a) n***az get swallowed in the game I co*k and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo n***a, that sh** sounds like i did it Don't blaze the ??? without the top bullet n***az look like they're doped up like tired b**hes With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping sh** the f** out like typhoons With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons Motherf**er don't ask me for sh** f** everything you believe in, little b**h Chorus: kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i f** in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many n***az can i blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (girl: is it cool to ride) or is it cool to f**? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherf**ers wanna f** with us What, what?