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 f**k in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, ni**a
How many ni**az can I blast on sight?

I`m ferocious, and you knows this ni**a
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 (? ? ? )
How the f**k 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 f**k misty, while I f**k michelle

Chorus:
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I f**k in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many ni**az can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to f**k?
Just ask yourself the question
I don`t know why these motherf**kers wanna f**k with us

What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? bust and f**k my bitch, ni**a?
I never thought a ni**a 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
F**k it, hand me my knife and my fork
I`m not too picky ni**a, kurupt young gotti
A.k.a. low ricky ni**a (what up momma? )
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don`t sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, I`m hazardous to health, ni**a, bitch, ni**a
Don`t ask me s**t `till you ask yourself

Chorus (dre)

Dre:
What the f**k is up? man life`s a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
Kill a million motherf**kers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you`se a motherf**king fool (speak to these ni**az)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as f**k, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them ni**az out to get you
So (? ? ? ) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol ni**a)
Ni**az get swallowed in the game
I c**k and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo ni**a, that s**t sounds like I did it
Don`t blaze the (? ? ? ) without the (? ? ? )
Ni**az look like they`re doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping s**t the f**k out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
Motherf**ker don`t ask me for s**t
F**k everything you believe in, little bitch

Chorus

Kurupt:
What, what?