Kurupt - This One's For U Lyrics
[kurupt talking (kurupt talking in the background)]*sniffs (2x)* *coughs (4x)* *sniffs (2x)* (ahh shit) *sniffs (2x)*Yo! yo man! *sniffs (2x)* *puffs on a joint* *coughs (4x)* (? ? ? )Yo! yo I got a message for all yall mother*****ers mad at shitcause now Im mad at shitGot niggas smokin a whole mother*****en dope-sack of some dojaYall know what I mean?Shippin mother*****en shipments of some bomb-ass weedYo check it! ***** all yall fake-ass, mad cause nobody dont love yallSecretly dingy-ass, 500,000 sold-ass, *****-ass, funny style-assGoofy, dusty, dirty, punk-ass mother*****ersGangster nigga! (*laughing*)To all the homies (for the gangsters, for all the homies)No *****-ass niggas allowed (no, uh-huh)No *****es allowed (we goin do it like this)Kurupt, young gotti (nigga), check it out[verse 1: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]Gangster, gangster, Im a g from the d,Thats what the riders see (uh-huh)Im a get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the dealCome through, grey and blue, Im a show you what I doWhere I hang the shit, dogg pound gangstavilleIn the cut, nigga whatIm a slip through, if you trip, Im a trip tooGet a ***** to strip till the homies dick through (oh, come on now)Got my nigga slip too (what up slip!? )And I got a whole eighth of weed,And thats all we need (*puffs on a joint* *coughs*)Till we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in(what, what? ), I knew its bout to be a gd- up reunion (gangster!)Aint no words to express this songcause one day youre here, and the next youre goneThis goes out to the homies (? ? ? ),And this is straight from the heart and trueAnd this ones for you[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]This ones for you! yeah!This ones for you, ohh!This ones for you! (and this ones for you!) wooahoo!This ones for you! (give it up nigga, give it up fool)[verse 2: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]Hollered at one of the homies the other day,He said someones approachinAnd then he looked the other way (ay yo, ay yo, oh my goodness!)Turned back and draw (come on nigga!),And all you saw (oh shit, what the *****? ),Was a vision of himself, he choked in the ? ? ? (oh!)I just paused the lab, thats some familiar shit,cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shitSo I tell him I love you and stay safe (dogg), then I skates,To a whole different hood where different shit takes place(alright dogg) I been gd, since the age of eighteenWhen I first ran into heaters, nine-millimetersGet the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as oneTook the bong and smoke, these a hundred spokesHoller at the big homeboy c-style (what up c-style!? )Havent seen him in a while (yeah)So I pops the stash,And pull out the orange-blueberry shrooms and hash(blaze! *puffs on a joint (4x)* *coughs*)I dont think niggas could last,cause aint nothin with kurupt and daz(uh-ah, no way, no how, ? ? ? )[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)](overlaps the last four words of verse 2)This ones for you! ho-woah!This ones for you-oo! (aye!)This ones for you! (this ones for you!) oowoah! (uh-huh)This ones for you-oo, yeah! (check it out! you know what? )[verse 3 - kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]I feel a woo comin on cuz (woo! (5x)) (2x)There I was, when I talk about history, or psychology, or biology (what? )We talk about d.p.-ology, geology, a g-senology (what? )Gs in rare form, cs in rare form,I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ? ? ? stormStack up the cut just like busters, heaters *****ed back for all youMother*****ers thats trying to touch us (check it out)I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches(Im a) conceal the glock, pancakes stop and dropBlown, hold up, whats goin on? (whats up!? )My man capone within a whole different zone (right)Hoppin in fours (zzz, zzz),Slammin cadillac doors wit a gang of hoesCould we put hos nigga, foes niggaBanged out, this is for the niggas who bang (who that? )Kurupts the name, nigga you know the game (check it out)Snoop doggs the name, nigga you know the gameDat nigga daz the name, you know exactly what we claim,Heaters *****ed back get scorched just like flames (*burning flame*)Dope in the wind, indo and hair (*puffs on a joint* now)The gang nigga[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]This ones for you! haay-haay! (gang *coughs (3x)*)This ones for you-oo! hoah! (you dont know? )This ones for you! ooo-ohh!This ones for you-oo!This ones for you! yeaah!This ones for you-oo! ohh!This ones for you! ooo-ohh!This ones for you-oo! ohh-yeaah!*kurupt coughs*
