Well, it`s that slow flow, D O, double G, ni**a
See these other fools but you can`t see me, ni**a
Who am I? It`s Kurupt motherf**ker
Do or die, we gives a f**k, motherf**ker

So, slow your roll, I`m in control like Janet
The locest twenty-one year old ni**a 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 ni**az and my ni**az and my bitches
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a s**t like we don`t give a s**t
Wave your motherf**kin` fingers in the air

So, all my ni**az and my bitches and my bitches and my ni**az
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a f**k like we don`t give a f**k
Keep your motherf**kin` hands in the air

Now on a one, two, three, who could it be?
Comin` with a group of gangsta s**t for ninety-three
So, ninety-four`s arrived ni**a, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt f**k s**t up

Now, can`t nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
`Cuz ain`t s**t 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 f**ked up
Now check it, it`s a callin` for ni**az like Doggs
Who supposed to be the s**t, but steadily bitchin` 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, [Incomprehensible] ni**a 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 ni**az and my bitches and my ni**az and my ni**az
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a s**t like we don`t give a s**t
Keep your motherf**kin` fingers in the air

So, all my ni**az and my bitches and my bitches and my ni**az
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a f**k like we don`t give a f**k
Keep your motherf**kin` fingers in the air

You`re headed my way, ni**a, you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what`s happenin`? I`m cappin` s**t up like a Western flick
The kinpin` of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock c**ked, so, all ni**a, 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 every day, so what have we
Another motherf**ker, gettin` served like some cavy

Now who, drops, ruff rhymes, I got full juice like 2Pac
Plus I`m rollin` with two Glocks
Fly motherf**kers can`t see Kurupt
Hellraisin` like Pinhead, beware I`m tearin` s**t the f**k 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 motherf**kers die `cuz I`m servin` it
They can`t f**k with or see me, I`m mass murderin`
Smokin` indo, look out my window I suppose, yeah
Ni**az don`t understand how we kicks diffrent 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 techiques

So, all my ni**az and my bitches and my bitches and my ni**az
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a s**t like we don`t give a s**t
Keep your motherf**kin` fingers in the air

So, all my ni**az and my bitches and my bitches and my ni**az
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a f**k like we don`t give a f**k
Keep your motherf**kin` 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 beed
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 motherf**kin` air, we don`t care
Ni**az don`t give a f**k, ni**a
About nuthin` at all, just my Doggs and clockin` the grip, bitch
Ni**az don`t give a f**k, ni**a

That`s why I can kick it so tuff, `cuz when times get ruff, my
Ni**az don`t give a f**k, ni**a
The clique that I`m with, don`t give a s**t, ya know why?
Real ni**az don`t give a f**k

Now, all my bitches and my ni**az
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
So, all my ni**az and my bitches
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air

So, all my ni**az and my bitches
Wave your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you don`t give a f**k like we don`t give a f**k
Keep your motherf**kin` fingers in the air