Yeah (yeah) This is one of those when you put it together you make gumbo (gumbo) you dig? (I dig) I mean how can you go wrong? DJ Quik on the beat, Kurupt Young Gotti on the mic DJ Quik on the mic, I mean How can you go wrong? Yes [DJ Quik] I'ma hit you right off of the intro I don't need rap, I'm a pimp So I'm conflicted Cause I can't put hoes on the track, that's contradictin And even though I don't win no Grammys I still get love in the streets, from the pappys and mammys I'll be damned they ain't family They treat me like I flunked out of Grambling but they happy that I went on a scholarship, God damn me I know you love me if you feel this I'm not a rapper, I'm a realist And I came back just to get you on track like metro Set the stage on fire, gallon of petrol - get it all! Patron shots got me gettin drunk, want to hit it all Rap music filled with shock and awe I know you love Quik cause I'm rockin y'all Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all Yeah This feel so Crenshaw right now This feelin right here is kinda takin me back to 1995 Such a familiar feeling, glad to be here! [Kurupt] Ay I'm wit'chu big homey! Me? I was born to be a G Different situations bring out a different me Soliloquies of get **** spit spastically I put that on my life, my wife, my kids and the streets I'ma rise; this shouldn't come as a surprise Open up your mind body soul and your eyes I improve, intertwine, improvise Impatient at some times when I grind When I (BlaQKout), my thoughts is my eyes But I can see e'rything in sight like they lied You might not like this, you might not care I might tell you somethin you don't really wanna hear I plan to take a couple of you ****** on a journey You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney Gargantuan, cannon cocker BLAKA BLAK A BLAKA ************ Kurupt a couple percussions Passed around like "8Ball" when Eric was alive Step up in the club, and take a look inside And BlaQKout [echoes] out out out
Yeah (yeah) This is one of those when you put it together you make gumbo (gumbo) you dig? (I dig) I mean how can you go wrong? DJ Quik on the beat, Kurupt Young Gotti on the mic DJ Quik on the mic, I mean How can you go wrong? Yes [DJ Quik] I'ma hit you right off of the intro I don't need rap, I'm a pimp So I'm conflicted Cause I can't put hoes on the track, that's contradictin And even though I don't win no Grammys I still get love in the streets, from the pappys and mammys I'll be damned they ain't family They treat me like I flunked out of Grambling but they happy that I went on a scholarship, God damn me I know you love me if you feel this I'm not a rapper, I'm a realist And I came back just to get you on track like metro Set the stage on fire, gallon of petrol - get it all! Patron shots got me gettin drunk, want to hit it all Rap music filled with shock and awe I know you love Quik cause I'm rockin y'all Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all Yeah This feel so Crenshaw right now This feelin right here is kinda takin me back to 1995 Such a familiar feeling, glad to be here! [Kurupt] Ay I'm wit'chu big homey! Me? I was born to be a G Different situations bring out a different me Soliloquies of get **** spit spastically I put that on my life, my wife, my kids and the streets I'ma rise; this shouldn't come as a surprise Open up your mind body soul and your eyes I improve, intertwine, improvise Impatient at some times when I grind When I (BlaQKout), my thoughts is my eyes But I can see e'rything in sight like they lied You might not like this, you might not care I might tell you somethin you don't really wanna hear I plan to take a couple of you ****** on a journey You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney Gargantuan, cannon cocker BLAKA BLAK A BLAKA ************ Kurupt a couple percussions Passed around like "8Ball" when Eric was alive Step up in the club, and take a look inside And BlaQKout [echoes] out out out
