[Intro: Kurupt]
All you despicable b**hes
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man
And I got somethin' to say to all you
Despicable, b**hes, Black Knights
What y'all think about them hoes?
What y'all got to say about all these hoes?
b**h, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights
[Hook: all (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(b**h, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(b**h, you b**h, you b**h)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Yeah b**h, won't you make me rich?)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Yeah, yeah, b**h, b**h)
[Crisis]
Could it be, I'm pissy drunk wit Monk, comin' home at sunrise
Wit a reputation of f**in' hoes the first night
Plus ya first page came at 12:35
Never returned a call, so duplicate 'bout 30 times
So now you talkin' loud, actin' wild, showin' out
Hoppin' all in my face, talkin' bout it's goin' down
You got the game f**ed up, you better slow it down
Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm
I don't know what you been smokin' or sippin' on
That got you trippin' on, a n***a, but you flippin' on
A n***a at the wrong time, cuz I ain't on one, I'm on nine
Shots of Henny straight, no rocks, look I know it's your spot
But I ain't in no mood for attitude, b**h, where's ya gratitude?
[Doc Doom]
Trick, I'm tired of you always flippin' the script
Every time a n***a out, you think I'm trickin' my dick?
I kick ya a** if catch you keyin' my whip
Trick, I'm not of the n***as that you used to f** wit
Like the n***a Reese you burned wit a pot of hot grease
While he was 'sleep, you would of been dead if that was me
That's on the Black Knights Gang, it ain't a small time thang
I got a wife at the tilt, you just my part time game
[Hook: all (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Yeah b**h, b**h, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(I'm quick to tell a b**h to eat up a dick)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(I'll slap the sh** outta goofy a** b**h)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(A goofy, stupid, groupie, b**h)
[Monk]
It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an attitude for nothin'
Frontin' like she mad and sh**, on some stupid sh**
I hear the hot sh**, pump ya brakes, I'm not in the mood
Relax b**h, you trippin', losin' ya cool
For the price of an argument, to f** up my high
f** up my day, it ain't goin' down that way
Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo a** (b**h!)
Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash
Don't give a f**, roll wit my n***as, Bar Mitzvah s*ut
Phones stay off the hook, now ya a** is fed up
Disrespect my click like we don't keep it crunk
Stay in ya place and keep ya a** outta my shoes
Hit the road b**h, if you can't follow the rules, so what you choose?
[Crisis]
It might be the P.M.S., it might be the alcohol
It might be the fact that the Black Knights about to ball
[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(b**h, b**h, make me rich)
[Monk]
It could be the naggin', it could be the braggin'
It could be the fact she hatin', cuz the nights splashin'
[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make smack this b**h
(There b**h, you gots to skitz kadaf, it)
[Doc Doom]
You short on chips, runnin' her lips
Don't wanna share the p**y wit the rest of the click, but
[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Yeah I know that b**h, that b**h ain't sh**)
[S. Man]
I f** hoes for the squirtin' any season
African, Korean, European, Polynesian
No further reason to lessen my capacity
From the scrotum, cuz the nut gush it gradually
I'm S-man, tastefully delicious
Spittin' my game, gracefully, the b**hes
I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter
380, concealin' 'Gnac, p**y beater
b**h bring a heater if it's cold outside (bi-atch!)
You better walk if I want at to ride (bi-atch!)
Fly like a bird if you wanna be free
Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me
Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Ain't no stoppin' me, from gettin' this p**y for free
Cuz p**y's made to be poked, don't be afraid of the stroke
[Warcloud]
Now I'm big Warcloud from the L.A. streets
Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete
I crack a crystal coconut, cruisin' wit a silly b**h
Smellin' like cigarette, high, we drove by
Apple martini's and tic tac, forget that
She's wearin' so much make-up, if I slap her, her face will shatter
Riffraff fiddle sticks, Huck Finn the lawyer
I make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer
Dirty, beggy Thatcher, I'm great like Joe DiMaggio
I used to write books by a soda pop and the Cosby Show
I push a girl down real hard and watch him laugh
His smile so twisted the world will feel the draft
Young, and the Rocky just shootin' at tin cans
Goofy b**h said something that made me mad (b**h!)
Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves, so love
I smack you like a toucan, swattin' a turtle dove (goofy b**h)
[Hook: All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Yeah, I'mma end up puttin' somethin' in this b**h right here)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Oh man you see that b**h over there)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Say b**h, don't you owe me some bread)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(Yeah, b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h, give me some head)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(I ain't got money for you, n***a)
Something's gon' make me smack this b**h
(b**h, shut up, shut up, b**h)
[Outro: Kurupt]
I know you b**h, you ain't nothin', ain't never been nothin'
If you was a quarter, b**h, you already broken down to a penny
You b**h, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread
'For I slap the wig off of ya