For All My n***azb***hes
Song For All My n***azb***hes
Verse One Kurupt
Well it's that slow flow D-O-double-G n***a
See these other fools but you can't see me n***a
So slow your roll I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old n***a that's on this planet
Take it for granted if ya wanna cuz I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner beeotch
So all my b***hes and my n***az and my n***az and my b***hes
Wave your motherf**kin hands in the air
And if you don't give a s**t
Like we don't give a s**t
Wave your motherf**kin fingers in the air
Verse Two Daz Kurupt
Now on a one two three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta s**t for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived n***a back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt f**k s**t up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't s**t for sale in the Coupe
With the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well you know what I mean
And it don't take much for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your a*s for gettin us all f**ked up
Now check it it's a callin for n***az like Doggs
Who supposed to be the s**t but steadily b***hin like hogs
Yes y'all
Walk the Doggs
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 b***hes must get d**k
Before they say that Daz is that n***a from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr Dre
Cuz I grips mics I rips mics in half
H*es be comin to my flat so I can tap that a*s
Verse Three Kurupt
You're headed my way n***a you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin I'm cappin s**t up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique top notch
17 shot Glock cocked so all n***a drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
The best Kurupt's era peep the terror cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday so what have we
Another motherf**ker gettin served like some cavy
Now who drops
Ruff rhymes
I got full Juice like 2Pac
Plus I'm
Rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherf**kers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead beware I'm tearin s**t the f**k up
Slow your roll like your legs was broken
Who's jokin Rakim never joked so why should I loc
Now that's my idol check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherf**kers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't f**k with or see me I'm mass murderin
Yeah
I'm raw like new footage
I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques
Verse Four Rage
Check it out it's Rage ready for the breakdown
Take down when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
Beatin yo' a*s down to the concrete
Fool act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew or two a few what you wanna do
Throw your guns in the motherf**kin air we don't care
N***az don't give a f**k n***a
About nuthin at all just my Doggs and clockin the grip b***h
N***az don't give a f**k n***a
That's why I can kick it so tuff cuz when times get ruff my
N***az don't give a f**k n***a
The clique I'm with don't give a sheeit ya know why
Real n***az don't give a f**k
