Lyrics:
THcTS OUTTc THIS WORLD MONEY
THINKING WE SO COUNTRY
LET ME EXPLcIN SOMETHING
RED FOXX U BIG DUMMY
PISTOL KICKED IN THc DOOR
BUCK McDE US PROUD
[kurupt]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin snoop as I swoop in the coupe
Stop
with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so I
what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G
P-O-U-N-D,
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go ?round
I heard that true
Make things go up an' down
I heard that's true
I been through the full court pressure
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Intro: repeat 4X
[Dr.Dre]
"Yo man, I don't think they heard you
Won't ya tell em what your name is?"
"Daz, Kurupt.."
[Xzibit]
'Aight
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs nigga
Daz Dillinger feelin' ya every time you bust
Playa discussion, 'Kuruption' just like Kurupt
Fifty toes
Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs nigga
Daz Dillinger feelin' ya every time you bust
Playa discussion, 'Kuruption' just like Kurupt
Fifty toes
For jackers only (for jackers only), from Twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
I'm back with a fifth of Henn'
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash
run for the border
I cripple a stick, choke a brick and tryin to drop a water
Supporter of this mackin and this gangsta shit
Much love to Kurupt
Days gone by (bad confusion)
Hate on my (revolution)
They know my past but can't carry weight on my back ('cause few can)
What can I say? I got
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
[Kurupt]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fo's, deuces, trayz, switches
out of this world
Keep a fresh philly to twirl
Pretty thug fly nigga, gimme your girl
I been on all avenues
Strips hot like Malibu's sand
I got chips
should start calling out names
Like big homie Kurupt
And put this lil rap game
Back on a crutch
But I’d be risking too much
Cuz these foos sendimental
and Kurupt
One down we helping him up
Cause nigga all we got is us
Definite fizz nigga
No soda in cups
Put in the work
It was never the luck
Stack up a check
to zero, my squad wipes clean
RIP 2 pac and biggy
Got a real king standing by me
Chillin with Snoop. D.o. double g
Always helping out his peeps
Ain't much
the game's never gonna stop
Champagne bottles gon' still be popped
By the players at the top of their game
Like Daz, Kurupt, the Pound
Put that on this
wit us
Cypress, Hill, they smoke wit us (We're not done)
Red-man, he smoke wit us
The Phar-cyde, they smoke wit us
Kurupt Young Gotti, he drink wit
Called my nigga Kurupt, I knew it was boast
They hope a nigga in the music with this bomb
So I prepare load my arms
And wait, cause its the last time
even see my face
Or else I'm comin' back
(Hook - 1x)
(Rap by Kurupt)
(Hook - 2x)
a little more than
Videos and rap for y'all
I been in many cars
Known by almost every star
New rappers, old rappers
This'll rock for any y'all
[Chorus 4X]
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy
All my bitches work dat pussy
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy, all my bitches
[Kurupt]
Pussy makes
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