Yeah whassup, this Kurupt Young Gotti

I just left cocaine and, reupped on them pills

I got them blue devils bitch

I'm with my High Powered niggaz (E-Feezy)

High Powered Studios my nigga

We High Powered





They be hydrated and they thirsty

And youse, a triple O.G. if you can make it to see 30

Just cause that bitch is purty

Don't mean she's an angel mayne, she's dangerous and skaynless

Suck you brainless and leave your ass broke and chainless

The more I teach it to them I get 'em in my prime

Get off that square nigga's dick and get on mine

I'm the best thing that ever happened, to this Earth since the washing machine

I'm the only rapper that I know that took dirty money and made it clean

Wanna know why I'm seldom seen, and spit work as if it's mescaline

Cause I had a wooden golf cart from 1 to 13{? }

That shit a triple beam, puffin stuffin a million dollar dream

Getttin my rocks off as if it was a semen monkey

Ah-duh-a-damnit, d-d-d-damnit damnit damnit

People'll turn on you like Justin Timberlake did Janet









Yes, it's all about the money, skrilla for a killer

Young Magilla Gorilla takin trips to Venezuela

With a cool half a zip, we on a stackin trip

We tryin to stack our chips, stack up wax and dip

(You know we way on it now, we from Tha Dogg Pound)

Probably seen me all around, I did shows in yo' town

Nike Air Forces, spank Chuck Taylors

We don't pose with haters we communicate with players

I'm a hater disintegrater, a player congratulator

A money motivator, I'm Gotti Yoda Vader

I keep it simple and plain, I'm elevatin the game

You see I fly like falcons, I'm sturdy as mountains

I bust on microphones, rhymes flow like fountains

I'm Kurupt, and I won't tell you again

I like smokin, drinkin, and makin some ends

It's all about the bread, I learned that at the age of ten

Listen









Whassup, E-40, Kurupt

I'm here (here) what it do

Yeah, my nigga John, whattup with the shit



Poppin we got it Puerto Rico, headin back to Miami

Me Kurupt and E-40 on dap keepin it handy

The ancillary, you know I'm bonafide G

On how it's 'posed to be, cause eyes don't see

I kick the real shit, I never fake it to make it

We got it on top if I ain't got it I'm a take it

The 7-oh-7-3, two-three-five-six-two

D-P-G, we do what we do

We got our family, we got to get it together

Gotta get our chinchilla for the coldest weather

See I'm a number one uno, never dos, the West coast

Like Rick Ross, we got the best smoke

Come and choke and inhale on that good good

You know we do it like this throughout the hood hood

You know we slappin dominoes and we mackin many hoes

And nobody knows what goes on behind doors

Cause I'm