Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Yourself A Question (Bonus Cut) *

Kurupt Dr. Dre
* this song is one of three special cuts of the double CD

Kurupt

it out
Here's a for your thoughts
A of bliss
An M-16 with clips
I'm all set to bust,
Illustrious, homie don't us

Just ask the question
How many can I fuck in one night?
ask yourself the question, nigga
How niggaz can I blast on sight?

One: Kurupt

I'm ferocious, and you knows nigga
Bitches skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, all I do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, I'ma it
Pistol popping with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the of your pants
You glare to the and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance
How the fuck you make it far?
No matter you at, or who you are
People me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car
from last night you can tell
that I'm to the fast life
out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
You go on and fuck Misty, while I Michelle

Kurupt

Just ask the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one
ask yourself the question
How niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask the question
(Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it to fuck?
Just ask the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers fuck with us

Verse Two:

What you do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch,
I thought a nigga would trip
off a little of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, and pork
Fish and chips, and dip
Fuck it, me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young
A.K.A. Low nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic tarantula.
On a creep homie, up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to it
Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch,
Don't ask me 'till you ask yourself

Dr. Dre & Kurupt

Just ask the question
How hoes can I fuck in one night?
ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on
Just ask yourself the
(Girl: Is it to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask the question
I don't why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

Three: Dr. Dre

What the is up? Man life's a bitch
You gotta put pistol to the sky,
a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the way, back in the days
Young, with a on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze
out for them niggaz out to catch us
So I'ma stay forgetting to tank your with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the
I cock and bust to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit like I did it
Don't the ??? without the top bullet
Niggaz look they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out typhoons
With the little homeboys, T-bone and
Motherfucker ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, bitch

Kurupt

Just ask the question
How many can I fuck in one night?
ask yourself the question
How niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask the question
(Girl: Is it to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna with us

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