[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