Ask Yourself A Question (bonus Cut) * Lyrics

Ask Yourself A Question (bonus Cut) * lyrics

Kurupt featuring dr. dre

 * this song is one of three special bonus cuts of the double cd

 

 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?