Dr. Dre - Ask Yourself a Question lyrics

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Dr. Dre - Ask Yourself a Question lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [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 [Partial Hook: Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I f** in one night? Just ask yourself the question, n***a How many n***as can I blast on sight? [Verse 1: 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'm a glutton 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 G4 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 (Addicted to the fast life) Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and f** Misty, while I f** Michelle [Hook: Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I f** in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many n***as can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question 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 2: 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** 'til you ask yourself [Hook: Dr. Dre and Kurupt] [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] (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***as) 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***as out to get you It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with you (Your pistol, n***a) n***as 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 Indica without the Thai with it n***as look like they're doped up like tired b**hes With the eyes wide gone, you spit the harpoon Wiping sh** the f** out, like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons (C'mon) Motherf**er don't ask me for sh** f** everything you believe in, little b**h [Hook: Kurupt]