Lyrics:
about they cockin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie
Yeah, yeah, two-thousand, zero, zero
The party just started, ha-ha, ha-ha
Everlast, Kurupt, Fredwreck, Kurupt
Goes somethin' like this
I say
Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons (old and young)
I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hit 'em like switches
Dippin', hit
with all that shit you kick
Nigga everywhere I go niggas be actin foolish
And uh, I'm a deal with that shit dpg style
[kurupt]
I'm a rider, the first
of the cold we re-structure your soul
It's that nigga' Daz Kurupt we don't give a fuck
Like nigga' what up ? that nigga Daz and Kurupt
It's fatal fire blaze,
might go kill a couple of niggaz mane
You know, go in they hood and do a drive-by
Then come back in the hood and laugh about that stuff
You know, its just
on the bustas then we dine
Eatin' dinner by candlelight
Be alert and put in works
With a thugs passion i'm a king
And you the queen up in thugs mansion
Me, I'm
Straight motherfuckin' ballin'
Part two, still ballin'
Kurupt up in this motherfucker westside!
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing
on deck, on deck to the fullest
Got that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em
Now as I stroll and as I pass by
I'm maxin' with my doggs feelin'
Smiff-N-Wesson, Smiff-N-Wesson
Melle Mel, Scorpio
The Luniz, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, Me, Scarface, Kokane
Bone Thugs, Spice 1, all of 'em on my shit
Onenation
of the game, baby
Verse 1: kurupt
Another day, another dollar,
Another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars
What the fuck makes life so
. .
[kurupt]
Just another day sunny c-a-l, try to pass and tell,
I knew it was your bitch by the way her pussy smell,
But whats this?
This nigga
me in the cut
She said Kurupt baby your the thang
Do your thang
Bad bitches yeah they love dick
And other bitches 'round the world, yeah they
it up
I Never gave a fuck then everything changed and it hit me like whats up
Nothing was the same after, still balling like pac and kurupt tho
Nah
Im
Y'all don't know nothin' about this He-are
Ha haha haha haha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Heha ha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh?
With my
to say that new song
by Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it
[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have
Pass that you know
I went to Springfield High every day
I smoked so many b***** along the way
We piled up in that Jeep and bumped Kurupt
If you got
of ways
In a matter of time, findin' out so this world could be mine
I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
I'm goin' for broke pistols,
the plan was get rich not go bankrupt
Bank account stay fatter than Professor Klump
I don't like the artificial world gotta go against the grain, shout-out
the plan was get rich not go bankrupt
Bank account stay fatter than Professor Klump
I don't like the artificial world gotta go against the grain, shout-out
Yea our momma love us
But the world hate us
And yea our oppas plotting
And the Feds watching
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Kurupt like he back at it again
Here to win
Killah Priest, Canibus, Kurupt, Ras Kass
Horsemen enforcement mATRIX, NIGGA!
We, reconstruct (horseman)
Re-decompose, disassemble
The thirteenth
cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, nigga
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
My life, my family, they hate me
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