Ask Yourself A Question Lyrics

Ask Yourself A Question lyrics

featuring Dr. Dre

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?

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 (???)
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:
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
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 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 (Dre)

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 get you
So (???) 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 (???)
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:
what, what?