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