Ask Yourself A Question Lyrics by Kurupt

Ask Yourself A Question Lyrics

    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 fuck 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 ass 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 fuck 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 fuck misty, while i fuck michelle

    Chorus:
    Just ask yourself the question
    How many hoes can i fuck 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 motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

    What you wanna do, penetrate me?
    Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
    I never thought a nigga would trip
    Off a little piece of ass 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
    Fuck 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 fuck is up? man life's a bitch
    You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
    Kill a million motherfuckers 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 fuck, 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 fuck out like typhoons
    With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
    Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
    Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch

    Chorus

    Kurupt:
    What, what?

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