| Lyrics: | Verse One: Kurupt
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 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!!
Chorus: repeat 2X
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
Verse Two:
Daz, Kurupt
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,
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-aca |
