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Who we got
We got Catash and Kuruption
What the f**k is yo' function
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f**k s**t up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup
Hennessey
Yeah yeah that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much a*s I rock cleats on concrete
So get the pictuah
My rap style'll hit ya till ya move back
This ain't the kind of s**t that help Stella get her groove back
It's on co' uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the Slausson
Swap
Pop that glock
Clock that knot
It's thin line between love and hate
What you got
Yo' motherf**kers is nerds
Yo Kurupt tell these n***as what the f**k you heard
Check it out
I heard it saggin' in bandanas
S**t to spit the leaves
Split like bananas
Poetical scanners
Make the crowd go banana'
Furious luxurious an' glamorous
B***hes and cameras
Experts
Impenetrability exerts
Burst a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks
Back in the day
Silently clashin'
Clash is
Throwin' towels in like passes
All I want to know is where the a*s is
If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm agile
You fragile
Glass and crystal
I'm priceless
The nicest
Yeah that's right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f**k it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup
Hennessey n***a
Yeah yeah oh yeah indeed
You know I got the Malibu
I got the orange w**d
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f**k it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup
O E homey yeah
Oh yeah indeed
You know I got the hennessey
I got the orange w**d n***a
'Cause bustas is bustas an' gs is gs
But ain't nobody f**kin' 'round wit' emcees like these
Somebody buck this n***a' keys
This lil' punk must be drunk
I let that n***a hit my w**d
He walked away wit' my blunt
And that's a no no loco
So it's one way to settle this
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo this s**t ain't even fear
It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins
So let that n***a slide
He too wide eyed to hide it
Tash'll slap his a*s so hard
I'll leave his afro lopsided
You got it
Good
Tell your boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art
It's like I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood 'cause my style is freaky deaky
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than Zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' s**t ain't tight
Nighty night
Yo Catash tell these n***as who they got tonight
Rum 'n' coke
Gin 'n' juice
Olde English Eight hundred
Yeah that's my brand
Drink it in a cold forty ounce or a can
Quickly be on ritzy 'cause he down to blast
If you got it I'm 'a get it
Ya heard me homey
I'm O G
I swerve and dip slowly homey
Easily I approach
This bustah a*s n***a fi'n' to blaze this roach
Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's already cocked so I'm like f**k it then
You's a b***h and that's all you'll be
An' I don't give a f**k to let a n***a hear it from me
You got calibers I got cali co
You got Teflon I got napalm
I'm gangstain' it up
Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' a*s
Yeah n***as
Kurupt young gotti
Tash wha's crackin'
You know
Same s**t different toilet
Put it down my n***a from the west coast
Kurupt：dogg pound gangsta
But hold up man
While we in this muthaf**kah let me give a shout out to my n***a King
Tee
The whole Likwit crew
Only bad b***hes allowed
Oh what
Only bad b***hes
It's a gangsta party
Alkaholik gathering muthaf**kah punk
Alkaholiks DPG