up in the shade Comin' through to get paid, sunny California, baby I got subs in my trunk an' it's bound to bump Straight smashin', hollerin' out, ?Wassup, Kurupt
Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never, never have I ever gave a fuck That Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt
fuckaz allowed, loosen the crowd Dogg Pound say it loud, Dogg Pound Scream it at the top of your lungs Tell these niggaz where we from Say Kurupt, Kurupt, Kurupt
Yo, if rappin' was a bitch you'd have no pussy Maybe tongue kissin', but still no pussy Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy Suppa so busy cockin
Sun yes, the size of a beach ball The earth shall be the size of a sweet, sweet pea Let it be so it goes blow your nose Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I hear
, ride Rough, ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on What!, what!, what! Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what! Ride on [Kurupt
damn on the real, I say just what I feel No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way No time fo' da game, I do it my way Kurupt, what up
interview immediately. This is Nore, man. 917-699(?) cool, one. [Answering machine voice] End of Message Where's the Gangsta? Again...DJ Lethal (Babyyyyyyyy!) Kurupt Young Gotti (Nigga!) Holocaust (Fredwreeeeeck!)2000 baby [Kurupt
the bud? Stash, slash, hazel hash Hit me with the world dog Keep them cuffs on your girl dog I'm a major majority, of this party Gangsta party, Kurupt
ve heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt
[Intro-Kurupt] Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga West Coast California livin nigga [Verse 1-Kurupt] Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone
barrel five out the barrel [Kurupt] Just take position ammunition, convalescent Converse Where we at first is where we at last, where we last cash One last toke will make your smoke
like pearls and shells make 'em wriggle like worms We everlastin', Kurupt and Everlast Lashin', ever ready sounds, spreadin' like rashes Life is complicated, Kurupt
bang Let the fifteen shoves and let the back hang Smoke out all my fuckin' window like a choo-choo train (Smoke it, smoke it) Indo what smokin' nigga
It's over, it's over, now move over It's my turn, now it's over The game shut down, sorry It's over, it's over, now move over It's my turn, now it's over
Kurupt Young Gotti Cuz ain't nuttin else to do And when Friday hit, my day hit See, it's all left up to you It's your choice when Kurupt step up to you
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ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on What!, what!, what! Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what! Ride on [Kurupt] This is the