Kuruption

Intro:
Yeah, this for the west coast cd
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
This album is the best of both worlds
Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one

Verse 1: kurupt

Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch nigga
Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz
Im a money cash nigga
Cash gettin, hash hitten
Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin shit real quick
Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)
Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie

Chorus:
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie

Verse 2: tray deee
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat
While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat
All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors

Chorus:

Verse 3: slip capone

You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide
Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die
Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why
Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry
Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide
Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside
Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too?
Then c-walk homie

Chorus*(outro)

C-walk homie
Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em

(to) (to) (to)
(to the tic)
(to the tic-tic) --> slick rick

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Kurupt young gotti
Hell yeah

Raw dawg
You know
You know me
Raw dawg assassin
Comin atcha, baby
Cat, kick it in
Kick it in

[ verse 1 ]
Pull up...
Soon as i park shit sparks
Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation
Spit sparks till shit's dark forever
What's up, homie
Why you walkin up on me?
Postin up in the shade
We can draw or get paid
You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets on platinum daytons
(yo, what up?)
I'm just a gee
Oh yeah, that's me
Don't forget it
Act like you knew it 'fore i set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before i turn around
And burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin
A fool over to the right gunnin
The homies whistled
We all draw pistols

[ chorus ]
Gotta stay in charge
Gotta play my cards
On the grind all day, babe
Oh, gots to get paid

[ verse 2 ]
You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
(what you talkin bout?) everybody's got questions and shit
(hey yo, what's up with...?) muthafuckas questionin shit
(shut the fuck up, homie) worryin bout me and my wife
(my wife) all i wanna do is live my life
(that's all) raise up off me, homie
(yeah) ease back softly, homie
(check it out) i'm a gee from the d.p.g.
And no matter what you say, you can't fuck with me
Hey loco, i see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin in locomotion
In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin
Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then passed the 16-shots to us

Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh

[ verse 3 ]
I got scams for hundreds of gramms
Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan
For about a
Whole ki load of some powder
Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in
>from the front to the back, and packin
Pull the strap and start clappin
I'm about to move a little somethin
A little sumptin-sumpin
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin
Hit the liquor store, i wanna get paid
A fifth of hen, then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc, and let's raise up
Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I'm worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he's not
International like [???]
You can feel me
In the real way

[ chorus ]

Bitches, get your ride on, on

Kurupt young gotti
Raw dawg

Just get your ride on
Just get your ride on, homie

My nigga battlecat
Ha-ha

Just get your ride on, homie

(to the tic-tic
And you don't quit
Hit it)

This is for the riders
Riders
The riders

Hustlers
Hustlers
The hustlers

This is the one, baby!

(tic-toc)
(ya) (ya) (ya don't)
(ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don't stop) (stop) (stop)
Bitch

[kurupt]
Dv....
Dv..

Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?

Verse 1:

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck this who wanna bring the ruckus
Yo i know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers
You's a live ass snitch,
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
And throw mad game nigga and push your whip
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
Below you ain't know get at me
Sean donn, hemp dogg and moe
It's a bomb type weed now i'ma count my dough
The cops'll watch your do'
So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo'
And if them niggas not swipe
We'll grab the 4-4, mag-num
Cause i hate it when niggas act dumb
Damn, why they make me wanna pull out a gun?
First name's camille, camille's name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on
Bitches, bitches be on
My bitches, bitches be on

Verse 2:

Yo, yo, yo
I'ma give you something in rhythm feel
Ya'll need be loco,
Dig a hole in you bolo
Look out for dolo
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
On the creek and point anything sleep
Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming mobb deep
We be coming, on the regular we be coming
Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry
Making me deam stacking up that man for cream
Torch the green have you all open like beam
Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme
That microphone i been the baddest run down your digits
Shorty gettin' played like a midget
Aiyyo, i'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches
Need 'em to throw your pitches
Having you leaving your misses
What i got to do is this,
Hand me your business, step off my premises,
Or things are gonna get serious and devious, we brave,
And we can drive you all insane like johnny blaze
Yeah we always bring the pain and misdemeanour
Know we can't stand the rain
Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load
Cause we can reload, cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode

Chorus:

Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?

Verse 3:

I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll
The name is the python you know what i'm about ya'll
Yo, yo, yo,
I pop bras like bruno
I take your money from shooting rap to uno
Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though
I had a crush like a dat
Now i try to master phones like that
Carolina be my home town
Still living with my parents even though i'm grown now
Time to roam now
I don't think that ya'll can handle us
Made our mark in the east now we hitting los angeles
You can't delust a man wid lust
When i been up on the mic you can never get enough
Make you palms wet and i ain't even gettin' calm yet
Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat

Chorus

Verse 4: kurupt

I'm from the west ya'll
Bringing niggas stress ya'll
Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
This is one time that i ain't playing wit niggas
The homey stomped it and i'm spraying with niggas
I got the cash to have keys to blast
You a sucker nigga,
Sucker punk motherfucker nigga
I don't give a fuck motherfucker nigga
Trying to strip me a my vans that's all i gather man
Mr. matter of fact, calicos and dates
What you want to get your shit lit to blaze
Like johnny you can play like ricky davoni
But you ain't a player nigga
Ain't got the heart to lay a nigga
Automatic spray a nigga,
Soon as i came went like calm in the grand
Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb
I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from
If it ain't about loot then i'ma shoot and run
What you supposed to be, raw?
Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog
Bust a five star dog, i want all ya'll
I know the niggas know where the weed be
It's the live shit need to be
Fucking round in my decent (nigga)
Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga)
Saturate like a sieve (nigga)
Take a toke and get blown
Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload
'xplode and unload
'xplode and unload
'xpload and unload

Chorus

Verse 5:

We from the east ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll
Dirty kid wanna hit that wid a leash ya'll
I be the mic wrecker,
Spinner one coming through wid the double decker
Double pound in your crew uhhh,
Forced to recognise make arrive
Don't have to par and block you
We just break you down to normal size
You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back
You wack, i burn you down like i corner that
Doggy, qb style you know my steeze
I'm on the kill now with my queen killa bees
Viper, break more backs than paul backland in kahkland
Nigga deny drama could happen
First test my skills
I came to rap shit for real
Venom squad be the only squad that be ill
First of all i ride your back like a jackass
Jack still loose on the chaka with the l
Coming from the east representing both sides
Kurupt, the venoms, that's how we keep it tight

Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?

[kurupt]
Yo i'm from the west ya'll
Busting cuz a stress ya'll
Fuck the best ya'll
Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas

Chorus (3x)

Gangsta style...
Uhh, uhh
Protect ya neck
Massive
Poison plants

* other than an opening skit (irrelevant) this is the exact
Same song as appears on dr. dre's +chronic 2001+ as "housewife"

Chorus: kurupt

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)

[dr. dre]
I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(where the fuck is my money?) i cannot g guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, i take advantage
All up in them panties, i got this bitch speakin spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut i'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how i play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, i can't control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it's a trip i don't trip i'm in yo' lexus flexin
I left her up in dallas, texas - assed-out

Chorus

[hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her wailin like bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when i shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like sam goody
You be like, "damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool i pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
With more bouncin than a zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
To the hotel, niko, on some sauve shit like, rico
That's when i caught a vision like coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on bronson ave. and pico

[kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends
I said i dip, dive, what can i say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with o.j.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, i had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' almond joy, i truly enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, i know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when i started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to daz
Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate
See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a g down, break me down
But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style

Chorus

Kurupt:
Yo barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the x-files
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Get your position correct
Get your ammunition correct
The tactful tech technician effect(bitch!)
I got a quarter-key
You wanna to try to stick me for it?
Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it?
Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it
Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it
Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to format
Restructure and reshape
Relax or we take all
We make sure we shake all
We shake tame or aim or flame all
A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real
Like i ain't really real and i ain't really got skills(bitch!)
I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks
The juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga

Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before i crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?

Barshawn:
Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?
My raps is lethal
I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you
Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo
For the first time comin through
Ain't been a minute yet
Already, cats wanna eye-screw
Plottin to pop you
You don't know me duke
The one that shoot
You all mad cuz i'm spendin loot
That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop
See i done paid my dues
Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image
Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute
It's barshawn and kurupt, y'all gonna feel it
Cuz when i bless a track, i spit venom in it
So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin
Either or, it could happen
Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin
I bet next time you stay in a child's place
This is rome folks talkin, you don't relate
If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate
Kurupt: pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)

Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before i crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?

Barshawn:
You all fiend, daydream for cream i've seen
Eyes gleam for the drop-top i be in
You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein
If so happen you did that
Where the fuck you expect the rest at?
We got that too comin through a quarter to two
Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo
All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew
Mad tight, but that's life
I learned the game
Same cats that you roll with will split your game
See i'm in it for the cheese nigga
Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame)

Kurupt:
I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated
Popes just pause, i rise with my doggs
And collar clothes impact and enthrone
Gone, zone the dome and then blown
I heard raw before i saw raw before
Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's
Me and my nigga shawn
What you got weight on your shoulders
The freons gettin colder
Me and my nigga deion's hittin corners
I got a beam on you chest-high
Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right
I spreads like bad news
Bitches get played like the blues
Blowin dicks like whistles
Launch like missles
Pop like pistols
And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos
Cuz i refuse to chill like ep
I prefer to get high live with the dp
You ain't raw nigga you more like subtle
Fuck you and your rebuttal you laid in a puddle
It's a storm, form reform your label form
Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm

(chorus)

Kurupt, young gotti
West coast, east coast nigga
Raw doggs

(chorus)

Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Intro:
[gangstas] let's spark up an idea, you know
[gangstas] i don't know why you cats
[gangstas] insist to get involved in our game man
I mean, drug money, thug money, its all funny money to me
You know scared money don't make no money man, so you know
[gangstas] if you scared stay out of the game, baby

Verse 1: kurupt

Another day, another dollar,
Another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars
What the fuck makes life so complicated?
Why they playahatin, 'stead of congratulatin'
One of the homies just bought a new '64
And they mad about it, and talkin bad about
Don't trip 'cause you smoke dubs and he smokes ounces
Your 'fo rolls and his 'fo bounces
Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets
Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets [all that shit]
Roll like biggie, nigga, two glock nines
Any muthafucka whisperin about mine
All i got is, my twelve shottie
I'm a gangsta nigga, kurupt young gotti
Me and gonzoe and capone, with a chrome
And a bone with a zone fucked up gettin blown (yeah)

Chorus:
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
Scared money don't make no money, [heyyyyy]
Cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, [and uh]
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
[check it out] this fear money don't take no money
['cause uh], scared money don't make no money ['cause uh]

Verse 2: capone

Now i was standin alone against the cold world outside
Without no place to hide, or no will to survive
Thinkin who can i run to? basically
It was the big homie to go get the heat is what it come to
I look around, from the gate i've been down,
But i'm still broke as fuck, depressed and down
Sometimes i fuck around and wish i wasn't here today,
Now here to say sometimes it scares me to feel this way
Ain't there a name for this? ain't there a phrase that fits?
Ain't it called psycho, schizo, paranoia or some shit, trip?
With the mentality of a kid in the village of the damned
Walking through the hood with a gun in my hands
I had plans to be a superstar, rappin the rock,
But all that stopped and dropped once the hammer was cocked
I had to get out of dodge, i ain't tryina hide
I'm just tryin to find a way to stay alive and survive, right [right]

Chorus:
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
Scared money don't make no money, [heyyyyy]
Cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, [and uh]
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
[check this out] this fear money don't take no money, [whu?]
['cause uh], scared money don't make no money, ['cause uh]

Verse 3: gonzoe

Nigga gotta stay strong 'cause the weak die
Please god separate my life from the bad times, sufferin
Survivin ain't enough to cover it, 'cause i spend to much
Plus i'm scrapin the tops of my pies to make crusts
So kurupt, nigga tell me how i'm 'sposed to feel
Notice my attitude, drinkin, only smokin the real
And it feels so good in the car with us
Lavishly, feel the extasy, bustin a nut
Another day, a nigga worship his weed and alize,
And the pussy i'm fuckin ????
And ain't no scars on my daytons, my shit intact
And that's real candy paint, all original lat'
It's so depressin, a thug with a hustle, no one messes,
And i'm destined i'm kissin my gun so you can bless it, nigga
Another day another dollar
Yeah nigga, it's me, gonzoe
Don't act funny, haha

Outro:
[suprise] them promises didn't do nothing for me
[suprise] it's time to set ourselves free
[suprise] but as time marches on,
[suprise] the races grow strong, stronger than ajax
[suprise] and niggaz wanna be free, but they still watch tv
[suprise], even though they can't see
[suprise] and our chinese brothers don't cop no pleas
[suprise], for they're into unity isn't that
[suprise] the way we want to be? but the man
[suprise] watches the music, 'cause the black people are confused
[suprise] conquered and divided, tricked and undecided
[suprise], and the good guys are there
[suprise], with slugs [heyyyy] in the air but the rain still falls
[suprise] and the (chorus) sun still rises and the man man
Man is still full of trickies [suprise niggas]

Kurupt:
Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
An m-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us

Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?

I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all i do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, i'ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my (???)
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
That i'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell
You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle

Chorus:
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti
A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself

Chorus (dre)

Dre:
What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to get you
So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it
Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch

Chorus

Kurupt:
What, what?