Ask Yourself A Question Lyrics - Kurupt

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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 xxxx 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
xxxxxxx wear skirts, shake xxx 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 xxxx 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 xxxx Misty, while I xxxx Michelle

Chorus:
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I xxxx 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 fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these xxxxxxxxxxxxx wanna xxxx with us

What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and xxxx my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
off a little piece of xxx 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
xxxx 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 xxxx 'till you ask yourself

Chorus (Dre)

Dre:
What the xxxx is up? Man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
kill a million xxxxxxxxxxxxx and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking 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 xxxxx 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 xxxx and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that xxxx 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 xxxx the xxxx out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
xxxxxxxxxxxx don't ask me for shit
xxxx everything you believe in, little bitch

Chorus

Kurupt:
what, what?

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