Well it's that slow flow, D-O-Double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (we gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The loc'est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, 'cause I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch

To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking hands in the air

Now on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be
Coming with a group of gangsta shit for '93?
So '94's arrived, nigga, back on up
And let me and my dawg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down all around
'Cause ain't shit for sale, in the coupe
With the beat flossing off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for Tha Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In yo' ass, for getting us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a problem for niggas like those
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hoes
(Yes y'all) all the the dawgs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all
Stay full of that Gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, "Oh is it that nigga from back in the day?
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre"
'Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass, so all

To all my niggas and my bitches and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck (a give a shit)
Like we don't give a fuck (give a shit)
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick
The kingpin of the clique, top notch
Seventeen shot Glock cocked, so all niggas drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryna serve
The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause this a murder fest
I smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
(Plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks
Blind motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow though
Running 'em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving
And they can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering
(Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah
(These niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows)
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BFGoodrich
(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

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down
And that's a hundred-seventy-five pounds of beef
Beating yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like you know
I'm stranded on Death Row with nowhere to go, so
What's a girl to do?
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do?

Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care
(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
About nothing at all, just my dawgs and clocking the grip, bitch
(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
That's why I can kick it so tough, 'cause when times get rough, my
(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
The clique that I'm with, don't give a shit, you know why?
(Real niggas don't give a fuck)

Now all the bitches and the niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air


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