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 want to, 'cause I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, bitch!! So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck Like we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfucking hands in the air Now on a one, two, three who could it be Coming with a group 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 'cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossing 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 getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the 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 dick? Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck Like we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfucking hands in the air You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a you-turn quick So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick The kinpin of the clique, top notch 17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to serve The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac (plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Running em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving it They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering (Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah (Niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched) (Drop to your knees like a dog in heat) Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck Like we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfucking hands in the air Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down And that's 175 pounds of beed Beating 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 want to do? Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care (Niggas don't give a fuck nigga) About nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch (Niggas don't give a fuck nigga) That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my (Niggas don't give a fuck nigga) The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know why? (Real niggaz don't give a fuck) To all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air To all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air To all my bitches and my niggas And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air