Kurupt Ho’s A 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 C-Walk

[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

Kurupt Exodus

For all my ladies out there now

Wind to this (jump jump jump jump)

(Jump jump jump jump)

Do what’cha love (jump jump jump jump)

(Jump jump jump jump)

(Jump jump jump jump)

(Jump jump jump jump)

Yo jump, stomp, stomp, stomp

Jump, jump (pump pump pump pump)

Or dump, dump (pump pump pump pump)

Stomp, stomp.. (pump pump pump pump)

(Pump pump pump pump)

Jump-jump (jump jump jump jump)

Or stomp (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Jusssst stomp jump (jump jump jump jump)

Pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump [4X]

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp) [8X]

(Jump jump jump jump)

Stomp! (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Jump, stomp (pump pump pump pump)

Pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump [2X]

Stomp, pump the beat you can reach… STOMP!!

Dump, stomp (jump jump jump jump)

Pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (pump pump pump pump)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (jump jump jump jump)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump [9X gettinq quieter]

Jump jump jump.. stomp stomp stomp..

[whispering for all intents inaudibly]

[repeat 2X:]

(Jump jump jump jump)

(Stomp stomp stomp stomp)

(Pump pump pump pump)

(Stomp stomp stomp stomp)

[whispering gradually gets louder:]

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump [11X]

[whispering again:]

Jump, stomp [12X]

[normal voice:]

Jump, pump

Pump the beats you can jump

Stomp, pump the beats you can jump

(Jump jump jump jump) [2X]

Jump, stomp

Pump the beats you can jump (pump pump pump pump)

Pump, stomp the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (pump pump pump pump)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump [5X]

Stomp, pump the beat you can STOP…

and jump up, pump the beat you can jump

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump

Stomp, pump the beat you can STOP…

and jump, stomp, pump the beat you can jump

Pump, stomp the beat you can jump

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (jump jump jump jump)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (pump pump pump pump)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump

Jump, pump the beat you can jump

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump

Pump, stomp the beat you can jump

Stomp, pump the beat you can jump

Stomp it, stomp it, stomp…

Kurupt Lay It On Back

[Intro-Kurupt]

Yeah, gangsta’s make the world go ’round

I heard that’s true

Make things go up and down

I heard that’s true

[Verse 1-Kurupt]

I been through the full-court pressure stage

The homies gave me a nine

The first time I saw a gauge

The first time I put my feet…

Down solid mashin on top of concrete

Before all the ways of war

House and car doors felt the rays of war

When life was simple as shit

And we didn’t give a fuck about a bitch, 1986

It’s all about lic’s, heat in the streets

Trucks with the beats

Bitches with biker shorts worn all tight

Tryin to get a pussy just worn all night

Plus you had to be a baller to get the baddest ho’s

Back in the days, 6-4 six trays

Back in the days, Elco’s, S-S’s

The best is where the west is niggaz don’t test us

[Chorus X4-DJ Lethal]

Just lay it on back (Hey)

Do you wanna ride?

[Verse 2-Fred Durst & Kurupt]

[Fred Durst]

Back in the days where them laces were thick

I was concerned with break dancin and layin some dick

For whatever it’s worth, I’m still doin the smurf

And I’m walkin on this Earth, like I don’t give a fuck

And now I’m rollin up in third gear

With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill

3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer

And corrupt’s my lifestyle, so shut the fuck up

And back the fuck up with that buck free style

[Kurupt]

Nigga what freestyle, nigga

[Fred Durst]

Walkin on a razor blade

[Kurupt]

Comin through I got it made, posted up in the shade

Comin through to get paid

Sunny California baby

[Fred Durst]

I got dubbs in my trunk and it’s bound to bump

Straight smashin, hollerin out what’s up Kurupt?

[Kurupt]

Wassup, I’m fillin in my right mind, one to the head

And I’m on the smash hollerin out ‘what’s up Fred?’

[Chorus X4-DJ Lethal]

Just lay it on back (Hey)

Do you wanna ride?

[Verse 3-Nate Dogg]

I don’t give a fuck so fuck what they say

Nigga won’t you pass, say pass the bombay

Niggaz they decide to ride and they ride

Niggaz they decide to lie and they die

I can bust a fleet of ho’s with my skills

I can make them ho’s bow down pay my bills

Can’t think I can make them ho’s convert to my will

Wanna bet I’ll turn them ho’s to my scrill’

If you love a bitch a bitch can drive you crazy

Anything a hooker do it won’t amaze me

You better be up on your game homie cuz they be

They may talk a lot of shit but they can’t fade me

If you hang around with suckaz then you may be…

Anotha type of brotha I don’t want with me

When you compensate with bustaz you confuse me

Cuz I’m tryin to stay out the penitentiary

[Chorus X4-DJ Lethal]

Just lay it on back (Hey)

Do you wanna ride?

Kurupt In A Low Low

[Intro:]

Rejects!

Rather R Gang nigga

With Kurupt though

We creeze ho

Tear the beat like this

Look here bitch

[Bridge: x2]

If it ain’t OG, oh girl that’s a no no

I’m probably in the hood, probably been from the low low

We only getting money, we getting money for sure though

We only getting money, we getting money for sure though

[Hook:]

You’re a ho, you know you a ho

(For sure though, ridin in a low low)

She a ho, you know she a ho

Man that’s yo wife? That’s my ho though

And I take her to the show

[Verse 1:]

Yea we take er to the movies, pop cool nigga

Showtime with me, at it block for an hour

Rejects nigga, Kurupt, yea we do it

You saw me in a low low, I’m probly with yo ho though

Flash like a photo, brother watch your dodo

Side like a road though, probably with your ho though

You all know we come though

My brother, show you how I do this

Listen what I do though

Grindin, smoke on some snoopy cal, pockets full of good

As we got all know what I’m good, my little bitch is cravin

That pussy peep, we shut yo eyes, stretchers like paramedics

But you don’t talk me, don’t talk me bust like your probators

I’m shittin, hand me a diaper

Bitch I res a pound, you’re ridin it in a piper

But I relate this as they actin McKay Pfeiffer

Just to wipe a ho, officer willin that tiger

[Bridge: x2]

If it ain’t OG, oh girl that’s a no no

I’m probably in the hood, probably been from the low low

We only getting money, we getting money for sure though

We only getting money, we getting money for sure though

[Hook:]

You’re a ho, you know you a ho

(For sure though, ridin in a low low)

She a ho, you know she a ho

[Verse 2:]

You got some chopstick, nigga I’m hard

I don’t even know why but my lips is dry

I’ve been smoking these cookies all day

Breakin off this motherfuckin tanga ray

Oh, out my body, out my mind

Stoned, I’m a high another kind (leave me alone)

Even when I’m home I’m ridin

Gone, bitch I might bring a fight

I don’t er, she want me, man I bone er

If I hit it, I guarantee it’s a Honda, it’s a Hummer

Smoking it up, drinkin it up

Blankets, swipe it

In the bunk you’re talkin loud, breath stink

Now we thuggin it up and slum it every day

Bitches fuck with me the long way

When it comes to spittin game I’m a pro

Don’t check me my nigga, check yo tone

[Bridge: x2]

If it ain’t OG, oh girl that’s a no no

I’m probably in the hood, probably been from the low low

We only getting money, we getting money for sure though

We only getting money, we getting money for sure though

[Hook:]

You’re a ho, you know you a ho

She a ho, you know she a ho

Kurupt Kuruption

[Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast]

Government’s corrupt

Police force corrupt

Education’s corrupt

It’s all fucked up

[Verse 1-Kurupt]

Step two paces….

Turn and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action’s at

Head straight to the scope, it’s like hangin on the edge, of a ledge

I play my part, piece to the puzzle

Heat’s with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble

Cuz of what he know, cuz of what he knew

How he grew, up and, what he grew up to

And what he gon’ grow up to be

It’s nuttin wrong but homie don’t grow up to be like me

Temptation to touch, a terrible thing

A placement in your palm an unbearable thing

The street has many wars, infiltries, many ways

Lives lost, many K’s, full size and mini K’s

Comin in many arrays

Many shapes, sizes, and shades

Cuz boys in blue they just might get you

[Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast]

Government’s corrupt

Police force corrupt

Education’s corrupt

It’s all fucked up

[Verse 2-Whitey Ford of Everlast]

Now Bobby and Susy were unhappily wed

So Bobby shot Susy in the back of the head

Bobby got taken to the county jail

He put up his house and he walked on bail

Now Bobby’s on the streets he’s free as the breeze

He saved up his loot for his legal fees

He spent his whole bank quote on attorneys

Who got the case dropped on technicalities

[Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast]

Government’s corrupt

Police force corrupt

Education’s corrupt

It’s all fucked up

[Verse 3-Kurupt]

Through the good and bad times, times bad and good

Missin all the things that we used to have in the hood

Things makin me happy, used to make me sad

It feels like the war of the world, fire in hand

Spread, head to head like legions of germs

Wrapped 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, Everlast, and Soopafly made it

For traded, supposedly stay shaded

They may lurk, but we lurk too

They create the war, that we fight for

There’s only one life and only one way to be

God fear gotta give love to the G-O-D cuz I can see

Everythang’s corrupted, I’m corrupted

TV corrupted the public, niggaz yellin out ‘fuck it’

[Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast]

Government’s corrupt

Police force corrupt

Education’s corrupt

It’s all fucked up

Kurupt I Ain’t Shit Without My Homeboyz

Suckers!

[daz]

How many real homeboys y’all got out there?

Can y’all count on one hand? i can

Straight up, dogg pound gangstas

Funky fresh in the flesh

Yeah

That’s what i’m talking about

Yo kurupt, kick that!

[kurupt]

I ain’t shit with out my homeboys

Although at times it seems

Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams

Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle

Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle

It’s complicated like a puzzle

Puzzle pieces and money double

?? really in trouble

I’ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots

Then get ghost by the most of y’all get ?gostic?

Get the fuck out of here!

Ain’t no body else i can call (who dat?)

Besides my motherfucking doggs

I ain’t shit without my homeboyz

[daz]

When there’s trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on

On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right

I ignite, the fire, marijuana get’s me higher

Always drinking and smoking philly’s

Getting a nigga wild

Gettin paid, that’s my only desire

Big style, lil’ floss, tray dee and me

K-u-r-u-p-t, soopafly and crooked eye

Until then

I hope god don’t pass me by

Every day i work harder to try

Never to fall

But i often rise!

Every day before i open my eyes

To my cousin big flip locked down in the pen

To my other homeboyz i won’t ever see again

Like gone in the wind

Like a lottery spin

When it comes down to it

Nigga, who’s your foes and your friends?

I ain’t shit without my homeboyz

[crooked eye]

So what could make a crook stay down for his troop

Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh?

What about the cops we hid from on the roof

Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof

We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root

We wasn’t supposed to make it our survival don’t compute

I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me

We had navigator dreams and only bust money

We rise and we fall together, all together

We brawl and we ball together

Doggs forever

Like uhhh (lots of people) and you don’t stop!

Fuck around with one of the homies

Watch the glock pop!

One love and keep hollering back

We could split my last dollar in fact

Pop your collar to that

Crooked eye need a whole click

And like “folls and giblets”

That’s some cold shit. my nigga, some cold shit

[soopafly]

Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit

When we ride together niggas be like “oh shit!”

Dogg pound in the house, rockin the party

(lots of people) all night long!

Gettin high til the break of dawn

Chipped up like a cellular phone

Back up, watch it shine like chrome

And division when you in this shit

But together we can’t be fucked with, crush shit

Never settle for less then the plush shit

But still don’t forget when we was broke

About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke

Man, i can count on both hands

The different stands and planes

Niggaz took to make it better for the fam

We made our first five grand, was like god damn

New khakis and cortese

We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is

Still clockin more biz

Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked

Soopafly ?? and chucks, but i ain’t shit without my homeboyz

[overlapping last line, sung]

Please believe i ain’t shit without my homeboyz (and that’s real shit)

I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz (i ain’t shit without my homeboyz)

[slip capone]

Shit, not capone

Real niggaz i knew before i was grown

A lot of motherfuckers died

But i’ma still ride

And represent the evil motherfuckin westside

It ain’t nothing but trues

Real niggaz that payed the dues

Picture me rollin with gay dudes

Nigga please, we g’s and dress like we serve keys

On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g’s

Down to die for each other

Cause you and i for each other

In a gangster matrimony we brothers

Can’t nothing seperate gang

We ganged from intiation to marks

Fuck around and catch she sparks

Cause see no gangsta gang

That i motherfuckin claim

Run ?siegal, money mack,? and mack is you man

I ain’t shit without my homeboyz

[chorus til fade]

I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz

Please believe i ain’t shit without my homeboyz

Kurupt Can’t Let That Slide

[Intro: Roscoe & Kurupt]

[Chorus]

This goes out to all y’all tellin’ my bitch what you saw

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Thinkin’ I won’t check shit (whaaat?!) or these mouths on records

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Talkin’ shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Well Uh-Uh, Uh

(Say what?!)

Uh-Uh

(Say what?!)

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

[1st Verse: Kurupt]

Early mornin’

I just awoke

Just took a sip and just took a smoke

The phone rang

Niggas spittin’ game

The same ol’

Same ol’

Same ol’ thang

Talkin’ ’bout life

Talkin’ ’bout bitches

Talkin’ ’bout money…

Cars…

And switches

And all of a sudden he switched talkin’ about some kill shit

‘Bout this bitch ass nigga talkin’ some real shit

[Chorus]

This goes out to all y’all tellin’ my bitch what you saw

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Thinkin’ I won’t check shit or these mouths on records

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Talkin’ shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Well Uh-Uh, Uh

Well Uh-Uh, Uh

(Say what?!)

(No way!)

(Say what?!)

Uh-Uh

(Say what?!)

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

[2nd Verse: Kurupt]

You know I’m chip-toothed, motherfucker

You about to get slapped like a motherfuckin’ bitch for that

(Say what?!)

You got a lot of rap homie, not to know a nigga

Don’t talk a nigga, show a nigga

Don’t think it nigga, live it, nigga

Don’t run it, nigga

Gun it, nigga

(Man, fuck that!)

Don’t fake niggas, quake niggas

I ain’t no bitch nigga

(I ain’t none)

So don’t play me like a bitch nigga

You lil’ bitch nigga

Change the switch nigga

Wanna get rich nigga

(Nigga!)

Fuck and make a motherfuckin’ nigga dick itch, nigga

Why you mad at me?

(Why you mad homie?)

Walk without

Talkin’ ’bout what you talkin’ ’bout

You must be that Madd Rapper (hehe)

Puffy and them was talkin’ about

Nigga put a dick in yo mouth

And shut the fuck up!

(Nigga!)

You lil’ bitch!

(Bitch!)

I hear you talkin’ but you ain’t sayin shit!

[Chorus]

Now this goes out to all y’all (all y’all!) tellin’ my bitch what you saw

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

(Snitch ass niggas!)

They thinkin’ I won’t check shit or these mouths on records

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

(Bitch nigga!)

Talkin’ shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

No way!

(Say what?!)

(Say what?!)

Uh-Uh

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Uh-Uh

Uh-Uh

No way!

(Say what?!)

(Say what?!)

(Say what?!)

Bitch!

No way!

Uh-Uh

(Say what?!)

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Uh-Uh

Bounce

(Yo!)

Bounce

Bounce

But no way…

Uh-Uh

Uh-Uh

(Say what?!)

(Say what?!)

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Uh-Uh

[3rd Verse: Roscoe]

If you gonna rob with us, nigga rooob!

If you gonna mash with us, nigga maaash!

Instead we be dumpin’ on cowards and bonin’ out with the cash

So when a nigga run up on you

In a blue ski mask

(Run nigga! Run!)

‘Cause I come (Heeeey!) murda yo

Drawin’ skits

It’s like bustin’ a orange

You get terminated

Our rhymes is esquisite

Explicit, and R-Rated

You askin’ why I’m laughing ’cause it’s kinda funny to me

You really think you gonna come and take my money from me?

Well, I can’t let that slide

I’m fittin’ to trip

Pop my Olde English and get into some gangsta shhh!

What’s my name?

Roscoe! Roscoe!

My big brah

Kurupt! Kurupt!

And what we do:

We rob! We rob!

And can’t let… that slide! that slide!

Nigga… What?!

What?!

What?!

We raw doggs, Cuz

[Chorus]

This goes out to all y’all tellin’ (Nigga!) my bitch what you saw

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Thinkin’ I won’t check shit (Ey yo Cuz!), mouths on records

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Talkin’ shit on T.V., bitch up when you see me

Bitch nigga, I can’t let that sliiiide!

Uh-Uh

(Say what?!)

(No way!)

(Say what?!)

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

This goes out to all y’all tellin’ my bitch what you saw

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Thinkin’ I won’t check shit (Whaaaat?!), mouths on records

Hell naw I can’t let that sliiiide!

Talkin’ shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga

Bitch nigga, I can’t let that sliiiide!

But no way!

Uh-Uh

(Say what?!)

Hell naw, I can’t let that sliiiide!

But no way…

Kurupt Bees To The Honey

I’m made of lean, I’m made of rock, later jean make it work its not impossible

To make it twerk, do it first; lift off your shirt and your skirt

Just do it till your backbone hurts

If the most of ya’ll just came in well kill me a Wu tang, let it hang do your thang

Charcoal through my body and soul and its swangs off the chain, explosive

Propane hot sa a tay, octagon 8 side freight train, just pass it then hit it

Just do it, and get with it

[Chorus:]

Imma tell you how I get sick with it I just trap haters like bees to the flower

Like a flower to the honey, cuz we still gettin money

Chuck up two fingers like the Playboy bunny

Hot like Cali asphalt when its sunny, we attract the ladies like the bees to the flower

Like the flower to the honey cuz we still gettin money

Chuck up two fingers like the Playboy bunny

Hot like Cali asphalt when its sunny

And you don’t wanna stop

Cuz I make your whole body rock, I limp I flip, my grip is sick

I hit I sit, get up in there, buggalo shrimp I’m a jump the gimp

The ladies simply can’t get enough wimp, I walk in two step

Two step you step

He step she step, they step who step?

Who’s the tightest, I had me this piece of work off our verbitis

Thick and righteous sexist-itis, cash for fruit the work recruit

I do what I do, I do it to you, any time any place

Wipe the floor to the basement

Cuz DJ quicks in the building, no replacement

The way you work your body’s like you had a grudge on my tongue

The lipstick smudged

[Chorus]

Yea you now rocking with the best, Los Angeles Leakers man sour milk, just incredible

The big homie Kurupt, 420 the prequel to Streetlights Mixtape! we doin it big man

Big shoutout to pentagon records (the Los Angeles leakers)

Kurupt Hustlin’

[Kurupt]

Yeah, nigga, nigga

No disrespect to you East coast

The West coast we got heat too

We gon’ keep it real G’d up

(Y.A., Tri, Lil’ Kurupt)

[Verse One]

Okay, if I don’t make it rappin it’s back to jackin

Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets

I’m a rider, dat’s why I got that tat

And a provider, jazz got a lot I ain’t had

I’m a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column

Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom

I’m convinced, that my common sense intensify

Now I’m convinced it’s, hoppin over fences

[Chorus: patois speaker – best guess]

Six in de mornin you know they kyan’t find no mo-ney, mo-ney

[?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly

It was because I load ‘n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me

Because the tussle an’ the hustle an’ it rough and [?] to be me, be me

[Kurupt]

Pistol’s my specialty, and uh

I’m a gangster, my specialy, and uh

Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh

I’m a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh

Hey girl, what the fuck’s the deal? And uh

You want the fake girl, or you want the real? And uh

Sixty-four Chevy’s all on D’s, and uh

Overdosin to West coast MC’s, and uh

And you be thinkin you got me but you ain’t got a thang

Niggaz claimin they bangin but they don’t really bang

Since I [?] opposition position switch the game

Pistols whistle while missiles’ll chip a niggaz frame

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

I’m a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted Cadillac dropper

Tanqueray and vodka

One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper

Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers

I’ma keep it gangster y’all, fuck what the rest say

Keep a lot of dope and coke, like an ese

So please pay attention, this street shit is serious

My niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods

Contact your label, bring your best artists-es

Nigga we started this, verbally retarded shit

Entourage rider, we eatin Budweiser

Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo’-fiver

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]

(The hustlin is hard) Break ’em down nigga

(It get rougher in my yard) Gotti, nigga what

(We say the hustlin is hard) Please let’s roll these suckers

(It get rough and get it tough in my yard)

[patois speaker ad lib to end]