Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre - Ask Yourself A Question songtekst
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Intro: Kurupt Check it out Here`s a penny for your thoughts A nicklebag of bliss An M-16 with eighteen clips I`m all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don`t question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Verse One: Kurupt I`m ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that`s all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I`m illusive, I`ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I`m in my G-Boy stance How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh`s and aah`s when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell that I`m addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle Chorus: Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us Verse Two: Kurupt What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You`se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I`m not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don`t sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, I`m hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don`t ask me shit `till you ask yourself Chorus: Dr. Dre & Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us Verse Three: Dr. Dre What the fuck is up? Man life`s a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you`se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to catch us So I`ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it Don`t blaze the ??? without the top bullet Niggaz look like they`re doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don`t ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch Chorus: Kurupt Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What, what?