[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]