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

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

Kurupt

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

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

Verse One:

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

Chorus:

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

Two: Kurupt

What you do, penetrate me?
Bump my Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga trip
off a little piece of ass that he he could get
Any day (any day) and any (any time)
You'se a (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, and dip
it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young
A.K.A. Low Ricky (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to it
Look, I'm to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask

Dr. Dre & Kurupt

Just ask yourself the
How many can I fuck in one night?
Just ask the question
How niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the
(Girl: Is it to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask the question
I know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

Verse Dr. Dre

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

Chorus:

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

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