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? It's Kurupt motherfucker

Do or die, we gives a fuck, motherfucker



So, slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet

The locest 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



So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' hands 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



Yes, y'all, walk the Doggs, yes y'all, 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, [Incomprehensible] 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



So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air



So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air



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 every day, so what have we

Another motherfucker, gettin' served like some cavy



Now who, drops, ruff rhymes, I got full juice like 2Pac

Plus I'm 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'

Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose, yeah

Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows



I'm raw like new footage, I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich

Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched

Drop to your knees like a dog in heat

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques



So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air



So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air



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 that I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know why?

Real niggaz don't give a fuck



Now, all my bitches and my niggaz

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

So, all my niggaz and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air



So, all my niggaz and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

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