Ask Yourself a Question

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? 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 (? ? ? ) 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: 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 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 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 (dre) 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 get you So (? ? ? ) 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 (? ? ? ) 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: What, what?