Ask Yourself A Question

Kurupt featuring Dr. Dre * this song is one of three special bonus cuts of the double CD Intro: 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 f**k in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Verse One: Kurupt I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake a*s 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 G-Boy stance How the f**k 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 f**k Misty, while I f**k Michelle Chorus: Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I f**k in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to f**k? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherf**kers wanna f**k with us Verse Two: Kurupt What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and f**k my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip off a little piece of a*s 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 f**k 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: Dr. Dre & Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I f**k in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to f**k? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherf**kers wanna f**k with us Verse Three: Dr. Dre What the f**k is up? Man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, kill a million motherf**kers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherf**king 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 f**k, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to catch us So I'ma stay 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 top bullet Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the f**k out like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons Motherf**ker don't ask me for shit f**k everything you believe in, little bitch Chorus: Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I f**k in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to f**k? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherf**kers wanna f**k with us What, what?