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Intro: Kurupt Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts A nicklebag of bliss An M-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Verse One: Kurupt I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, I'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell that I'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle Chorus: Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us Verse Two: Kurupt What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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