Kurupt - Something's Gon' Make Me Smack This b**h lyrics

[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 ya'll think about them hoes? What ya'll got to say about all these hoes? b**h, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights [Chorus: 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 [Chorus: 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) [Chorus: 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