[Kurupt
Drunken Master
Both]
"Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh."
"Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh."
"You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta
Assassin. Numba one."
"Drunkenstyle, baby. C'mon."
"Huh? It's like this, homie."
We don't stop. We pop Glocks
We got nots. We clock knocks
I bust shots. I'm raw dog
Kurupt's a hog. O-G for the dogs!
"Uh! Uh. It's like that, ch'all!"
"It's goin' down. Let's get some freestyle shit in here."
"Y-Y-Yeah! It's like that, nigga."
All my gangbangin' homeboys throw it up. I'ma blow it up
Make the spot flame. You don't know my name?
I'ma tell ya somethin', homie. You know the game?
I don't got no strain, no type of stress
I protects myself wit' the Smif-to the-Wes
Westside, nigga. Rida for life!
Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife
And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though
Drop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time
When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it's nice
Ignite mics, homie. I'm cold as ice
And I'm percise like shots at point blank
These niggas wanna come through? They get ganked!
My homeboy Drunken Master said
'Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust 'em
Leave that bastard dead, nigga.'
So indeed I had to cock my heat
Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat
Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed
Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head
I'ma leave 'em all dead and you heard what I said
Make 'em bleed 'til they bled, when you see me in red
Nigga, best believe I'm bleedin'
'cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it's true
It's true. And, nigga, what I do is I ride
Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, nigga
My heart pounds, everybody lay it down
You look around. Bustin' everybody on the ground
And if you got money, I'm in your pockets. Strip 'em off
I get it right. Bitches get it off
The sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed
Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed
Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z
And my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P
Now we don't stop. We pop Glocks
"It's all your fault."
We clock knocks. Rock non-stop
"No hoe, no salt."
You just a bitch and bitches eat dick
Also you know that bitches ain't shit
See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime
I'm one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line
A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me
K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C
Drunken Master
Both]
"Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh."
"Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh."
"You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta
Assassin. Numba one."
"Drunkenstyle, baby. C'mon."
"Huh? It's like this, homie."
We don't stop. We pop Glocks
We got nots. We clock knocks
I bust shots. I'm raw dog
Kurupt's a hog. O-G for the dogs!
"Uh! Uh. It's like that, ch'all!"
"It's goin' down. Let's get some freestyle shit in here."
"Y-Y-Yeah! It's like that, nigga."
All my gangbangin' homeboys throw it up. I'ma blow it up
Make the spot flame. You don't know my name?
I'ma tell ya somethin', homie. You know the game?
I don't got no strain, no type of stress
I protects myself wit' the Smif-to the-Wes
Westside, nigga. Rida for life!
Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife
And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though
Drop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time
When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it's nice
Ignite mics, homie. I'm cold as ice
And I'm percise like shots at point blank
These niggas wanna come through? They get ganked!
My homeboy Drunken Master said
'Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust 'em
Leave that bastard dead, nigga.'
So indeed I had to cock my heat
Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat
Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed
Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head
I'ma leave 'em all dead and you heard what I said
Make 'em bleed 'til they bled, when you see me in red
Nigga, best believe I'm bleedin'
'cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it's true
It's true. And, nigga, what I do is I ride
Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, nigga
My heart pounds, everybody lay it down
You look around. Bustin' everybody on the ground
And if you got money, I'm in your pockets. Strip 'em off
I get it right. Bitches get it off
The sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed
Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed
Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z
And my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P
Now we don't stop. We pop Glocks
"It's all your fault."
We clock knocks. Rock non-stop
"No hoe, no salt."
You just a bitch and bitches eat dick
Also you know that bitches ain't shit
See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime
I'm one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line
A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me
K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C
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