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? It's Kurupt motherf**ker Do or die, we gives a f**k, motherf**ker 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 motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Wave your motherf**kin' fingers in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a f**k like we don't give a f**k Keep your motherf**kin' 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 f**k 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 a*s, for gettin' us all f**ked 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 d**k? 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 a*s So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Keep your motherf**kin' fingers in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a f**k like we don't give a f**k Keep your motherf**kin' 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 motherf**ker, gettin' served like some cavy Now who, drops, ruff rhymes, I got full juice like 2Pac Plus I'm rollin' with two Glocks Fly motherf**kers can't see Kurupt Hellraisin' like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin' shit the f**k 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 motherf**kers die 'cuz I'm servin' it They can't f**k with or see me, I'm ma*s 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 motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Keep your motherf**kin' fingers in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggaz Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a f**k like we don't give a f**k Keep your motherf**kin' 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' a*s 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 motherf**kin' air, we don't care Niggaz don't give a f**k, nigga About nuthin' at all, just my Doggs and clockin' the grip, bitch Niggaz don't give a f**k, nigga That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cuz when times get ruff, my Niggaz don't give a f**k, nigga The clique that I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know why? Real niggaz don't give a f**k Now, all my bitches and my niggaz Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air So, all my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherf**kin' hands in the air And if you don't give a f**k like we don't give a f**k Keep your motherf**kin' fingers in the air