(feat. Black Knights, Kurupt, S. Man)



[Intro: Kurupt]

All you despicable bitches

It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man

And I got somethin' to say to all you

Despicable, bitches, Black Knights

What ya'll think about them hoes?

What ya'll got to say about all these hoes?

Bitch, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights



[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Bitch, make me rich)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Bitch, you bitch, you bitch)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Yeah bitch, won't you make me rich?)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch)



[Crisis:]

Could it be, I'm pissy drunk wit Monk, comin' home at sunrise

Wit a reputation of fuckin' hoes the first night

Plus ya first page came at 12:35

Never returned a call, so duplicate 'bout 30 times

So now you talkin' loud, actin' wild, showin' out

Hoppin' all in my face, talkin' bout it's goin' down

You got the game fucked up, you better slow it down

Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm

I don't know what you been smokin' or sippin' on

That got you trippin' on, a nigga, but you flippin' on

A nigga at the wrong time, cuz I ain't on one, I'm on nine

Shots of Henny straight, no rocks, look I know it's your spot

But I ain't in no mood for attitude, bitch, where's ya gratitude?



[Doc Doom:]

Trick, I'm tired of you always flippin' the script

Every time a nigga out, you think I'm trickin' my dick?

I kick ya ass if catch you keyin' my whip

Trick, I'm not of the niggas that you used to fuck wit

Like the nigga Reese you burned wit a pot of hot grease

While he was 'sleep, you would of been dead if that was me

That's on the Black Knights Gang, it ain't a small time thang

I got a wife at the tilt, you just my part time game



[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Yeah bitch, bitch, make me rich)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(I'm quick to tell a bitch to eat up a dick)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(I'll slap the shit outta goofy ass bitch)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(A goofy, stupid, groupie, bitch)



[Monk:]

It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an attitude for nothin'

Frontin' like she mad and shit, on some stupid shit

I hear the hot shit, pump ya brakes, I'm not in the mood

Relax bitch, you trippin', losin' ya cool

For the price of an argument, to fuck up my high

Fuck up my day, it ain't goin' down that way

Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo ass (bitch!)

Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash

Don't give a fuck, roll wit my niggas, Bar Mitzvah slut

Phones stay off the hook, now ya ass is fed up

Disrespect my click like we don't keep it crunk

Stay in ya place and keep ya ass outta my shoes

Hit the road bitch, if you can't follow the rules, so what you choose?



[Crisis:]

It might be the P.M.S., it might be the alcohol

It might be the fact that the Black Knights about to ball



[All (Kurupt):]

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Bitch, bitch, make me rich)



[Monk:]

It could be the naggin', it could be the braggin'

It could be the fact she hatin', cuz the nights splashin'



[All (Kurupt):]

Something's gon' make smack this bitch

(There bitch, you gots to skitz kadaf, it)



[Doc Doom:]

You short on chips, runnin' her lips

Don't wanna share the pussy wit the rest of the click, but



[All (Kurupt):]

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Yeah I know that bitch, that bitch ain't shit)



[S. Man:]

I fuck hoes for the squirtin' any season

African, Korean, European, Polynesian

No further reason to lessen my capacity

From the scrotum, cuz the nut gush it gradually

I'm S-man, tastefully delicious

Spittin' my game, gracefully, the bitches

I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter

380, concealin' 'Gnac, pussy beater

Bitch bring a heater if it's cold outside (bi-atch!)

You better walk if I want at to ride (bi-atch!)

Fly like a bird if you wanna be free

Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me

Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me

Ain't no stoppin' me, from gettin' this pussy for free

Cuz pussy's made to be poked, don't be afraid of the stroke



[Warcloud:]

Now I'm big Warcloud from the L.A. streets

Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete

I crack a crystal coconut, cruisin' wit a silly bitch

Smellin' like cigarette, high, we drove by

Apple martini's and tic tac, forget that

She's wearin' so much make-up, if I slap her, her face will shatter

Riffraff fiddle sticks, Huck Finn the lawyer

I make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer

Dirty, beggy Thatcher, I'm great like Joe DiMaggio

I used to write books by a soda pop and the Cosby Show

I push a girl down real hard and watch him laugh

His smile so twisted the world will feel the draft

Young, and the Rocky just shootin' at tin cans

Goofy bitch said something that made me mad (bitch!)

Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves, so love

I smack you like a toucan, swattin' a turtle dove (goofy bitch)



[Chorus: All (Kurupt)]

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Yeah, I'mma end up puttin' somethin' in this bitch right here)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Oh man you see that bitch over there)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Say bitch, don't you owe me some bread)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, give me some head)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(I ain't got money for you, nigga)

Something's gon' make me smack this bitch

(Bitch, shut up, shut up, bitch)



[Outro: Kurupt]

I know you bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't never been nothin'

If you was a quarter, bitch, you already broken down to a penny

You bitch, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread

'For I slap the wig off of ya