Calico Kurupt (Ft. Dayton Family)

[Intro]
Fire it up, nigga! Pentagon riders What's up Bootleg?
What's up, caz?
Kurupt, Young Gotti, Neil Paul, Vitti Stallone, what's cracking, biiitch?
Dog-pound Gangsters, we're going to bash on these busters

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Look, first thing I do, is roll my coo
Swoop up, scoop, and hit it and dip too
Shine bright, move them bricks
Give me all the motherfucking money, you can get, bitch!
Let's make this a trade nigga
Paper or fame nigga
Let's make this a trade
For what?
Paper or fame!
Cough back the [?]
Thrust, bust the heater!
Separating everything I'm seeing [?]
I'm a fire extremist, chems are on all shelves
Spraying like emphysema, singing Calico clean-up
And I've got a talent that's singing
And I'ma pierce niggers, like needles and syringes!
I'm nothing but a fool
Let me show you exactly what I'm living for!
Doors, four double 4's
That I launch 20 missiles that fly like Concords!
Dog-pound motherfucking gangsters is what we ride for, nigga!