Kurupt It`s Over(feat Natina Lyrics

It`s Over(feat Natina Lyrics

[INTRO: AD LIBS]

 Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh

 You think you was bad cause you had a Jag

 

 [CHORUS]

 It's over, it's over now,

 Move over, it's my turn now,

 It's over, the game's shut down,

 Sorry. 

 

 It's over, it's over now,

 Move over, it's my turn now,

 It's over, the game's shut down,

 Sorry.

 

 [VERSE 1 - KURUPT]

 I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry) 

 You ain't got the Bentley with four doors

 K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy

 Recognize a real hit when you hear one

 Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion

 I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex

 Bouncin to Jigga in California

 

 [CHORUS 2X]

 

 [VERSE 2 - NATINA]

 It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest

 Silly how frequently they contest

 I done toured across the seas and been across the world

 I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs

 It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone

 Leave a real diva to her own, alone

 I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars

 Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on

 

 [CHORUS 2X]

 

 [VERSE 3 - KURUPT]

 Suckas

 This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps

 Don't make me remind you I stays VIP

 Move over for all my dime piece

 All of my G's hustlers and pimps

 With shiny wrists, making money

 cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss

 Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard

 One thing's for sure, G's hit the door

 Tone and Poke know Natina does not play

 when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say

 Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill

 From East coast to West the unforgettable skills

 Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red

 Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs

 Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops

 Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop

 

 [CHORUS 4X  (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)]