ask yourself a question lyrics – kurupt

featuring dr. dre

kurupt:
check it out
here’s a penny for your thoughts a nicklebag of bliss
an m 16 with eighteen clips
i’m all set to bust treacherous
ill*strious homie don’t question us

just ask yourself the question
how many hoes can i f*ck in one night?
just ask yourself the question n*gg*
how many n*gg*z can i blast on sight?

i’m ferocious and you knows this n*gg*
b*tches wear skirts, shake *ss and b*mp
i pop pistols, that’s all i do
i pop one at him and pop two at you
i’m illusive, i’ma glock it
pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
i rip your pockets of the side of your pants
you glare to the side and you glance, i’m in my (?)
how the f*ck you make it this far?
no matter where you at, or who you are
people treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
i hear ooh’s and aah’s when i jumps in my car
just from last night you can tell
that i’m addicted to the fast life
shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell
you go on and f*ck misty, while i f*ck mich*lle

chorus:
just ask yourself the question
how many hoes can i f*ck in one night?
just ask yourself the question
how many n*gg*z can i blast on sight?
just ask yourself the question
is it cool to ride, or is it cool to f*ck?
just ask yourself the question
i don’t know why these motherf*ckers wanna f*ck with us

what you wanna do, penetrate me?
bump my crib? bust and f*ck my b*tch, n*gg*?
i never thought a n*gg* would trip
off a little piece of *ss that he know he could get
any day (any day) and any time (any time)
you’se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork
fish and chips, chips and dip
f*ck it, hand me my knife and my fork
i’m not too picky n*gg*, kurupt young gotti
a.k.a. low ricky n*gg* (what up momma?)
substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic t*tanic tarantula.
on a creep homie, wake up
don’t sleep homie, supposed to know it
look, i’m hazardous to health, n*gg*, b*tch, n*gg*
don’t ask me sh*t ’till you ask yourself

chorus (dre)

dre:
what the f*ck is up? man life’s a b*tch
you gotta put your pistol to the sky,
kill a million motherf*ckers and get high in order to be cool
man, you’se a motherf*cking fool (speak to these n*gg*z)
i thought the same way, back in the days
young, with a lack on daily things
never thought too much, homie, never trip
i got drunk as f*ck, the homies blaze sticks
look out for them n*gg*z out to get you
so (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol n*gg*)
n*gg*z get swallowed in the game
i c*ck and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
yo n*gg*, that sh*t sounds like i did it
don’t blaze the (?) without the (?)
n*gg*z look like they’re doped up like tired b*tches
with the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
wiping sh*t the f*ck out like typhoons
with the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
motherf*cker don’t ask me for sh*t
f*ck everything you believe in, little b*tch

chorus

kurupt:
what, what?

/ kurupt lyrics