Malik (Lil Hershey Loc) - For All My n***az & b**hes lyrics

[Verse 1: Kurupt] Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, n***a See these other fools but you can't see me, n***a Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherf**er] Do or die [We gives a f** motherf**er] So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est twenty-one year old n***a that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! [Hook] (x2) So all my b**hes and my n***as and my n***as and my b**hes Wave your motherf**in hands in the air And if you don't give a sh** like we don't give a sh** Wave your motherf**in fingers in the air [Verse 2: Daz] Now on a one, two, three who could it be Comin with a grip of gangsta sh** for ninety-three So ninety-four's arrived n***a, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt f** sh** up Now can't nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around Cuz ain't sh** for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossin off gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your a**, for gettin us all f**ed up Now check it, it's a callin for n***as like Doggs Who supposed to be the sh**, but steadily b**hin like hoes (Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball [Verse 3: Kurupt] I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many b**hes must get dicked? Before they say, that Daz is that n***a from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that a** [Hook] [Verse 4: Kurupt] You're headed my way, n***a you best to hit a U-turn quick So what's happenin? I'm cappin sh** up like a Western flick The kingpin of the clique, top notch 17 shot Glock co*ked, so all n***a drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we Another motherf**er, gettin served like some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got the Juice like 2Pac (plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks Fly motherf**ers can't see Kurupt Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin sh** the f** up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on d**h Row Mediocre motherf**ers die cuz I'm servin and They can't f** with or see me I'm ma** murderous [Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah [n***as don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows] (I'm raw like news footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched) [Drop to your knees like a dog in heat] Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques [Hook] [Verse 5: Lady of Rage] Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down And that's 175 pounds of beef Beatin' yo' a** down to the concrete Fool, act like ya know I'm stranded on d**h Row with no where to go, so What's a girl to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do? [Outro] [Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherf**in air, we don't care [Dogg Pound] n***as don't give a f** n***a [Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip b**h [Dogg Pound] n***as don't give a f** n***a [Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my [Dogg Pound] n***as don't give a f** n***a [Snoop] The clique I'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why? [Dogg Pound] Real n***as don't give a f** [Hook]