For All My Niggaz And Bitches (feat. Tha Dogg Pound & Lady of Rage)

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
 See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
 Who am I? (It's Kurupt Motherfucker)
 Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
 So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
 The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
 Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
 Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!
 So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
 Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
 To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
 Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air.
 Now on a one, two, three who could it be
 Comin with a grip of gangsta shit for ninety-three
 So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
 And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
 Now can't nobody see me here or there
 Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
 Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
 With the beat flossin off gold D's
 And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
 And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
 In your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
 Now check it, it's a callin for niggas like Doggs
 Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hoes
 (Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
 Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
 I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
 Now how many bitches must get dicked?
 Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
 Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
 Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
 Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass
 So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
 Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
 To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
 Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air.
 You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
 So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
 The kingpin of the clique, top notch
 17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
 The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
 The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
 I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
 Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
 Now who, drops (ruff rhymes)
 I got the Juice like 2Pac
 (Plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
 Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
 Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
 Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
 Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
 Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
 Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
 Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin and
 They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering
 Yeah
 (I'm raw like news footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
 (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
 Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
 So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
 Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air
 To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
 Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air.
 Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
 Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
 And that's 175 pounds of beef
 Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete
 Fool, act like ya know
 I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
 What's a girl to do
 Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
 Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
 Niggas don't give a fuck nigga
 About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
 Niggas don't give a fuck nigga
 That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
 Niggas don't give a fuck nigga
 The clique I'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
 Real niggas don't give a fuck
 Now all the bitches, and the niggas
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 To all my niggas, and my bitches
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 To all my niggas and my bitches
 Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
 And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
 Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air