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Check it out. Here's a penny for your thoughts, A nickel bag of bliss, a M16 with 18 Clips. I'm all set to bust, treacherous, Illustrious, homie, don't question us. Just ask yourself the question. How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga. How many niggas can I blast on sight? I'm ferocious, and you knows this, Nigga. Bitches wear skirts, shake ass at who? I pop pistols, that's all I do. I pop one at him then pop two at You. I'm elusive, I'm a glutton. Pistol poppin' activist with the key to the button. I rip your pockets off the side of your Pants. You glare to the side of your glance. I'm in my Jeep or the Stance. How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you're at or who you are, People treat me like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. I hear oohs and aahs 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 Mag and Quell. You go on and fuck Christy while fuck Michelle. Just ask yourself the question. How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question. How many niggas can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question. Is it cool to ride? Or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question. I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with Us. What you wanna do, penetrate me? Want my grip? Bust and fuck my bitch? I never thought a nigga would trip off a Little piece of ass that he know he could Get any day, at any time. You's a vegetarian. I like beef, turkey, and pork. Fish and chips, chips and dip. Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork. I'm not too picky, nigga. Kurupt Young Gotti, AKA Lil Ricky, Nigga. What up, mama? Substantial-a, tyrannosaurus, Gigantic titanic tarantula. On the creep, homie. Wake up. Don't sleep, homie. Supposed to know it. Look, I'm hazardous to health, Nigga, Mitch. Don't ask me shit 'til you ask Yourself. Just ask yourself the question. How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question. How many niggas can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question. Is it cool to ride? Or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question. I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with Us. What's up? Man, life's a bitch. You gotta put your pistol to the sky, kill A million motherfuckers, then get high in order to Be cool. Man, you's a motherfuckin' fool. Fake-ass niggas. I thought the same way back in The days. Young with a 'Lac on dang to Dames. Never thought too much, homie, Never tripped. I got drunk as fuck, The homies blazed sticks. Look out for them niggas out to get you. It's a mistake forgettin' to take your pistol with You. Get your pistol, nigga. Niggas get swallowed in The game. I cock and bust hollows to P. O. Doctor frame. Yo, nigga, that shit sound like I Did it. Done blazed the indica without the top With it. Niggas look like they doped up like Todd Bridges. We the I Squad goons who spit The harpoons. Wipin' shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys T-Bone and Cartoons. Motherfucker, don't ask me for shit. And fuck everything you believe in, little bitch. Just ask yourself the question. How many hoes can fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question. How many niggas can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question. Is cool to ride? Or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question. I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with Us. What? What?
Kurupt — Ask Yourself A Question
«Ask Yourself A Question» — Kurupt. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:44. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
