Kurupt

Kurupt - Can't Go Wrong lyrics

The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear

Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear

Switches couldn't swith

Like these switches a day

Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways

That they ears and chairs, dis on this years

Cokes drippin' off juice and gins

As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact

And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax

Trumpet to trombone...

Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone

If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home

Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on

It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock

Pull up at the spot, in a drop top

Gettin' what I got, I just

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...

Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...

No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...

No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, what up

I'ma drop 'til it's clear

And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time

Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"

Dippin' through, comin' like ay!

Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray

All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S

It's the prince of the West

I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much

I ain't even really trippin'

It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and

Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in

Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment

Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted

Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty

With the skirts from Tahiti

Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe

You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe

Dump fossils, colossal, I

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...

(Just don't stop)

Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...

(Bounce them switches)

Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...

('Cause I'ma bust all day)

No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)

Yes

1, 2, fuck wit my crew

And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue

3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door

The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer

I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush

Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag

No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back

In a bun lookin' fun

Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy

Brought to you by way or two buns

We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns

Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup

We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes

Get out! yeah! look here!

We started this pussy shit, no shit

And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...

Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...

Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...

No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement

From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit

My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around

Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy

And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that

Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga

If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas

Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now

Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite

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