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?