[Verse one: kurupt]
WeII it ’s that sIow fIow, d-o-doubIe-g, nigga
See these other fooIs but you can ’t see me, nigga
Who am ı? (ıt ’s kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (we gives a fuck motherfucker)
So sIow your roII, ı ’m ın controI Iike janet
The Ioc-est twenty-one year oId nigga that ’s on this pIanet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz ı ’m gonna
Grab my strap then cIear the corner, beeotch!!
[chorus: repeat 2x]
So aII 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 couId it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four ’s arrived nigga, back on up
And Iet me and my dogg kurupt fuck shit up
Now can ’t nobody see me here or there
Wherever ı baiIs, ı put it down on the ground
Cuz ain ’t shit for saIe in the coupe
With the beat fIossin off goId d ’s
And my cousin snoop packs weII, you know what ı mean
And it don ’t take much, for the dogg pound to bust a cap
İn your ass, for gettin us aII fucked up
Now check it, it ’s a caIIin for niggaz Iike doggs
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadiIy bitchin Iike hogs
(yes y ’aII) waIk the doggs (yes y ’aII) yiggy y ’aII
Stay fuII of that gin and juice and have a baII
I packs a strap, Iike that, ı kicks it Iike 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 ı ’d see him bustin with dr. Dre
Cuz ı grips mics, ı rips mics in haIf
Hoes be comin to my fIat so ı can tap that ass
[chorus]
[verse three: kurupt]
You ’re headed my way, nigga you best to hit a u-turn quick
So what ’s happenin? I ’m cappin shit up Iike a western fIick
The kinpin of the cIique, top notch
17 shot gIock cocked, so aII nigga drop
The run of the miII fooI get broke off for tryin to serve
The best kurupt ’s era, peep the terror, cuz it ’s a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served Iike some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) ı got fuII juice Iike 2pac
(pIus ı ’m) roIIin with two gIocks
FIy motherfuckers can ’t see kurupt
HeIIraisin Iike pinhead, beware ı ’m tearin shit the fuck up
SIow your roII, Iike your Iegs was broken
Who ’s jokin? Rakim never joked, so why shouId ı Ioc?
Now that ’s my idoI, check the vitaI rhyme fIow doe
Runnin em Iike fIo jo, stranded on death row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz ı ’m servin it
They can ’t fuck with or see me ı ’m mass murderin
[smokin indo, Iook out my window ı suppose] yeah
[niggaz don ’t understand how we kicks diffrent fIows]
(ı ’m raw Iike new footage) ı ’m rugged Iike a bf goodrich
(bring your whoIe set and get your hood Iynched)
[drop to your knees Iike a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styIes and the poeticaI techiques
[chorus]
[verse four: rage]
Check it out, it ’s rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic ı ’m puttin my weight down
And that ’s 175 pounds of beed
Beatin yo ’ ass down to the concrete
FooI, act Iike ya know
I ’m stranded on death row with no where to go, so
What ’s a girI to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
[snoop]
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don ’t care
[dogg pound]
Niggaz don ’t give a fuck nigga
[snoop]
About nuthin at aII, just my doggs and cIockin the grip bitch
[dogg pound]
Niggaz don ’t give a fuck nigga
[snoop]
That ’s why ı can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[dogg pound]
Niggaz don ’t give a fuck nigga
[snoop]
The cIique i ’m with, don ’t give a sheeit, ya know why?
[dogg pound]
ReaI niggaz don ’t give a fuck
[chorus]
WeII it ’s that sIow fIow, d-o-doubIe-g, nigga
See these other fooIs but you can ’t see me, nigga
Who am ı? (ıt ’s kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (we gives a fuck motherfucker)
So sIow your roII, ı ’m ın controI Iike janet
The Ioc-est twenty-one year oId nigga that ’s on this pIanet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz ı ’m gonna
Grab my strap then cIear the corner, beeotch!!
[chorus: repeat 2x]
So aII 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 couId it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four ’s arrived nigga, back on up
And Iet me and my dogg kurupt fuck shit up
Now can ’t nobody see me here or there
Wherever ı baiIs, ı put it down on the ground
Cuz ain ’t shit for saIe in the coupe
With the beat fIossin off goId d ’s
And my cousin snoop packs weII, you know what ı mean
And it don ’t take much, for the dogg pound to bust a cap
İn your ass, for gettin us aII fucked up
Now check it, it ’s a caIIin for niggaz Iike doggs
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadiIy bitchin Iike hogs
(yes y ’aII) waIk the doggs (yes y ’aII) yiggy y ’aII
Stay fuII of that gin and juice and have a baII
I packs a strap, Iike that, ı kicks it Iike 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 ı ’d see him bustin with dr. Dre
Cuz ı grips mics, ı rips mics in haIf
Hoes be comin to my fIat so ı can tap that ass
[chorus]
[verse three: kurupt]
You ’re headed my way, nigga you best to hit a u-turn quick
So what ’s happenin? I ’m cappin shit up Iike a western fIick
The kinpin of the cIique, top notch
17 shot gIock cocked, so aII nigga drop
The run of the miII fooI get broke off for tryin to serve
The best kurupt ’s era, peep the terror, cuz it ’s a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served Iike some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) ı got fuII juice Iike 2pac
(pIus ı ’m) roIIin with two gIocks
FIy motherfuckers can ’t see kurupt
HeIIraisin Iike pinhead, beware ı ’m tearin shit the fuck up
SIow your roII, Iike your Iegs was broken
Who ’s jokin? Rakim never joked, so why shouId ı Ioc?
Now that ’s my idoI, check the vitaI rhyme fIow doe
Runnin em Iike fIo jo, stranded on death row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz ı ’m servin it
They can ’t fuck with or see me ı ’m mass murderin
[smokin indo, Iook out my window ı suppose] yeah
[niggaz don ’t understand how we kicks diffrent fIows]
(ı ’m raw Iike new footage) ı ’m rugged Iike a bf goodrich
(bring your whoIe set and get your hood Iynched)
[drop to your knees Iike a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styIes and the poeticaI techiques
[chorus]
[verse four: rage]
Check it out, it ’s rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic ı ’m puttin my weight down
And that ’s 175 pounds of beed
Beatin yo ’ ass down to the concrete
FooI, act Iike ya know
I ’m stranded on death row with no where to go, so
What ’s a girI to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
[snoop]
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don ’t care
[dogg pound]
Niggaz don ’t give a fuck nigga
[snoop]
About nuthin at aII, just my doggs and cIockin the grip bitch
[dogg pound]
Niggaz don ’t give a fuck nigga
[snoop]
That ’s why ı can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[dogg pound]
Niggaz don ’t give a fuck nigga
[snoop]
The cIique i ’m with, don ’t give a sheeit, ya know why?
[dogg pound]
ReaI niggaz don ’t give a fuck
[chorus]