[kurupt talking (kurupt talking in the background)]



*sniffs (2x)* *coughs (4x)* *sniffs (2x)* (ahh shit) *sniffs (2x)*

Yo! yo man! *sniffs (2x)* *puffs on a joint* *coughs (4x)* (???)

Yo! yo i got a message for all y'all motherfuckers mad at shit

'cause now i'm mad at shit

Got niggas smokin' a whole motherfucken' dope-sack of some doja

Y'all know what i mean?

Shippin' motherfucken' shipments of some bomb-ass weed

Yo check it! fuck all y'all fake-ass, mad 'cause nobody don't love y'all

Secretly dingy-ass, 500,000 sold-ass, bitch-ass, funny style-ass

Goofy, dusty, dirty, punk-ass motherfuckers

Gangster nigga! (*laughing*)

To all the homies (for the gangsters, for all the homies)

No bitch-ass niggas allowed (no, uh-huh)

No bitches allowed (we goin' do it like this)

Kurupt, young gotti (nigga), check it out



[verse 1: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]



Gangster, gangster, i'm a g from the d,

That's what the riders see (uh-huh)

I'm a get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the deal

Come through, grey and blue, i'm a show you what i do

Where i hang the shit, dogg pound gangstaville

In the cut, nigga what

I'm a slip through, if you trip, i'm a trip too

Get a bitch to strip till the homie's dick through (oh, come on now)

Got my nigga slip too (what up slip!?)

And i got a whole eighth of weed,

And that's all we need (*puffs on a joint* *coughs*)

Till we hit the next spot, 'cause when i flew in

(what, what?), i knew it's 'bout to be a g'd- up reunion (gangster!)

Ain't no words to express this song

'cause one day you're here, and the next you're gone

This goes out to the homies (???),

And this is straight from the heart and true

And this one's for you



[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]



This one's for you! yeah!

This one's for you, ohh!

This one's for you! (and this one's for you!) wooahoo!

This one's for you! (give it up nigga, give it up fool)



[verse 2: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]



Hollered at one of the homies the other day,

He said someone's approachin'

And then he looked the other way (ay yo, ay yo, oh my goodness!)

Turned back and draw (come on nigga!),

And all you saw (oh shit, what the fuck?),

Was a vision of himself, he choked in the ??? (oh!)

I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit,

'cause the other day i dreamt up some similar shit

So i tell him i love you and stay safe (dogg), then i skates,

To a whole different hood where different shit takes place

(alright dogg) i been g'd, since the age of eighteen

When i first ran into heaters, nine-millimeters

Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one

Took the bong and smoke, these a hundred spokes

Holler at the big homeboy c-style (what up c-style!?)

Haven't seen him in a while (yeah)

So i pops the stash,

And pull out the orange-blueberry shrooms and hash

(blaze! *puffs on a joint (4x)* *coughs*)

I don't think niggas could last,

'cause ain't nothin' with kurupt and daz

(uh-ah, no way, no how, ???)



[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]

(overlaps the last four words of verse 2)



This one's for you! ho-woah!

This one's for you-oo! (aye!)

This one's for you! (this one's for you!) oowoah! (uh-huh)

This one's for you-oo, yeah! (check it out! you know what?)



[verse 3 - kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]



I feel a 'woo' comin' on cuz (woo! (5x)) (2x)

There i was, when i talk about history, or psychology, or biology (what?)

We talk about d.p.-ology, geology, a g-senology (what?)

G's in rare form, c's in rare form,

I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm

Stack up the cut just like busters, heaters cocked back for all you

Motherfuckers that's trying to touch us (check it out)

I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches

(i'm a) conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop

Blown, hold up, what's goin' on? (what's up!?)

My man capone within a whole different zone (right)

Hoppin' in fours (zzz, zzz),

Slammin' cadillac doors wit a gang of hoes

Could we put hos nigga, foes nigga

Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang (who that?)

Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game (check it out)

Snoop dogg's the name, nigga you know the game

Dat nigga daz the name, you know exactly what we claim,

Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames (*burning flame*)

Dope in the wind, indo and hair (*puffs on a joint* now)

The gang nigga



[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]



This one's for you! haay-haay! (gang *coughs (3x)*)

This one's for you-oo! hoah! (you don't know?)

This one's for you! ooo-ohh!

This one's for you-oo!

This one's for you! yeaah!

This one's for you-oo! ohh!

This one's for you! ooo-ohh!

This one's for you-oo! ohh-yeaah!



*kurupt coughs*


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