(Who we got?)
We got Catash and Kuruption
What the f*** is yo' function?
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f*** s*** up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup?
Hennessey
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much a** I rock cleats on concrete
So get the pictuah
My rap style'll hit ya till ya move back
This ain't the kind of s*** that help Stella get her groove back
It's on co' uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf, gettin' dusty at the Slausson
Swap
Pop that glock
Clock that knot
It's thin line between love and hate
It's thin line between Compton 'n' Watts
What you got?
Yo' motherf***ers is nerds
Yo, Kurupt, tell these n****s what the f*** you heard!
(Check it out)
I heard it saggin' in bandanas
S*** to spit the leaves
Split like bananas
Poetical scanners
Make the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous
B****es and cameras
Experts
Impenetrability exerts
Burst a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently clashin'
Clash is
Throwin' towels in like pa**es
All I want to know is where the a** is
If you got yo' pistol, let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm agile
You fragile
Gla** and crystal
I'm priceless
The nicest
Yeah, that's right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f*** it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup?
Hennessey, n****
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed
You know I got the Malibu
I got the orange weed
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f*** it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup?
O.E., homey, yeah
Oh, yeah, indeed
You know I got the hennessey
I got the orange weed, n****
'Cause bustas is bustas, an' gs is gs
But ain't nobody f***in' 'round wit' emcees like these
Somebody buck this n****' keys
This lil' punk must be drunk
I let that n**** hit my weed
He walked away wit' my blunt
And that's a no-no, loco
So it's one way to settle this
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this s*** ain't even fear
It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins
So let that n**** slide
He too wide-eyed to hide it
Tash'll slap his a** so hard
I'll leave his afro lopsided
You got it?
Good
Tell your boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art
It's like I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood 'cause my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple s*** and lose your stupid a** completely
So meet me on the block when you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than Zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' s*** ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, Catash, tell these n****s who they got tonight!
Rum 'n' coke...
Gin 'n' juice...
Olde English Eight hundred
Yeah, that's my brand
Drink it in a cold forty ounce or a can
Only if gangstas come, I'll mash
Quickly be on ritzy 'cause he down to blast
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya heard me, homey?
I'm O.G.
I swerve and dip slowly, homey
Easily I approach
This bustah-a** n**** fi'n' to blaze this roach
Pull out my pistol, and put it to his chin
It's already c***ed, so, I'm like "f*** it, then."
You's a b****, and that's all you'll be
An' I don't give a f*** to let a n**** hear it from me
You got calibers, I got cali-co
You got Teflon, I got napalm
I come around from the side
I'm gangstain' it up
Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama, wit' a gang o' a**
Yeah, n****s
Kurupt young gotti
Tash, wha's crackin'?
You know...
Same s***, different toilet
Put it down, my n**** from the west coast
Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta
But hold up, man
While we in this muthaf***ah, let me give a shout-out to my n**** King
Tee
The whole Likwit crew (only bad b****es allowed)
Oh, what?
Only bad b****es?
It's a gangsta party