Paroles Ask yourself a question Dr. Dre

Ask yourself a question

Artist: Kurupt featuring Dr. DreAlbum: Kuruption! (West Coast Edition)Song: Ask Yourself A Question (Bonus Cut) ** this song is one of three special bonus cuts of the double CDIntro: KuruptCheck it outHere's a penny for your thoughts
A nicklebag of bliss
An M-16 with eighteen clipsI'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 niggaz can I blast on sight?
Verse One: KuruptI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all I do
I pop one at him and pop two at youI'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 G-Boy stance
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like Kareem Abdul JabbarI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tellthat I'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and QuellYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck MichelleChorus: KuruptJust ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question(
Girl: 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
Verse Two: KuruptWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would tripoff a little piece of ass 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
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my forkI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young GottiA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake upDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, niggaDon't ask me siht 'till you ask yourself
Chorus: Dr. Dre & KuruptJust ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question(
Girl: 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
Verse Three: Dr. DreWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
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 fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to catch us
So I'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did itDon't blaze the ??? without the top bullet
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
Chorus: KuruptJust ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question(
Girl: 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, what?