for all my niggaz & bitches

well it's that slow flow

d-o-double-g

nigga

see these other fools but you can't see me

nigga

who am i?

do or die

so slow your roll

i'm in control like janet

the loc-est twenty-one year old nigga 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 bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches

wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

and if you don't give a shit

like we don't give a shit

wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

now on a one

two

three who could it be

comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three

so ninety-four's arrived nigga

back on up

and let me and my dogg kurupt fuck shit up

now can't nobody see me here or there

wherever i bails

i put it down on the ground

cuz ain't shit 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 ass

for gettin us all fucked up

now check it

it's a callin for niggaz like doggs

who supposed to be the shit

but steadily bitchin like hogs

walk the doggs 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 bitches must get dick?

before they say

that daz is that nigga 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

hoes be comin to my flat so i can tap that ass

you're headed my way

nigga you best to hit a u-turn quick

so what's happenin? i'm cappin shit up like a western flick

the kinpin of the clique

top notch

17 shot glock cocked

so all nigga 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 motherfucker

gettin served like some cavy

now who

drops i got full juice like 2pac

rollin with two glocks

fly motherfuckers can't see kurupt

hellraisin like pinhead

beware i'm tearin shit the fuck 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 motherfuckers die cuz i'm servin it

they can't fuck with or see me i'm mass murderin

yeah

i'm rugged like a bf goodrich

peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

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' ass 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 motherfuckin air

we don't care

niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

about nuthin at all

just my doggs and clockin the grip bitch

niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

that's why i can kick it so tuff

cuz when times get ruff

my

niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

the clique i'm with

don't give a sheeit

ya know why?

real niggaz don't give a fuck