Kurupt - Ask Yourself A Question Lyrics
Kurupt:Check it outHeres a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of blissAn m-16 with eighteen clipsIm all set to bust, treacherousIllustrious, homie dont question usJust ask yourself the questionHow many hoes can I ***** in one night?Just ask yourself the question, niggaHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?Im ferocious, and you knows this nigga*****es wear skirts, shake ass and bumpI pop pistols, thats all I doI pop one at him and pop two at youIm illusive, ima glock itPistol popping activist with the key to the bucketI rip your pockets of the side of your pantsYou glare to the side and you glance, Im in my (? ? ? )How the ***** you make it this far?No matter where you at, or who you arePeople treat me like kareem abdul jabbarI hear oohs and aahs when I jumps in my carJust from last night you can tellThat Im addicted to the fast lifeShouts out to my homeboys mad and quellYou go on and ***** misty, while I ***** michelleChorus:Just ask yourself the questionHow many hoes can I ***** in one night?Just ask yourself the questionHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?Just ask yourself the questionIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to *****?Just ask yourself the questionI dont know why these mother*****ers wanna ***** with usWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?Bump my crib? bust and ***** my *****, nigga?I never thought a nigga would tripOff a little piece of ass that he know he could getAny day (any day) and any time (any time)Youse a vegetarian (what? ), I like beef, turkey and porkFish and chips, chips and dip***** it, hand me my knife and my forkIm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gottiA.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma? )Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.On a creep homie, wake upDont sleep homie, supposed to know itLook, Im hazardous to health, nigga, *****, niggaDont ask me shit till you ask yourselfChorus (dre)Dre:What the ***** is up? man lifes a *****You gotta put your pistol to the sky,Kill a million mother*****ers and get high in order to be coolMan, youse a mother*****ing fool (speak to these niggaz)I thought the same way, back in the daysYoung, with a lack on daily thingsNever thought too much, homie, never tripI got drunk as *****, the homies blaze sticksLook out for them niggaz out to get youSo (? ? ? ) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)Niggaz get swallowed in the gameI ***** and bust hollows to peer, duck and frameYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did itDont blaze the (? ? ? ) without the (? ? ? )Niggaz look like theyre doped up like tired *****esWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boomWiping shit the ***** out like typhoonsWith the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoonsMother*****er dont ask me for shit***** everything you believe in, little *****ChorusKurupt:What, what?
