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

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

Kurupt

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

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

One: Kurupt

I'm ferocious, and you knows this
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and
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 pockets of the side of your pants
You to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance
How the fuck you it this far?
No where you at, or who you are
treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when I in my car
Just from night you can tell
that I'm addicted to the life
out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
You go on and fuck Misty, while I Michelle

Chorus:

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

Verse Two:

you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch,
I never thought a nigga 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 beef, turkey and pork
and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my
I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt Gotti
A.K.A. Low nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic tarantula.
On a creep homie, up
Don't sleep homie, to know it
Look, I'm to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit you ask yourself

Chorus: Dr. Dre &

Just ask the question
How many hoes can I in one night?
Just ask the question
How many 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 know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

Three: Dr. Dre

What the fuck is up? Man life's a
You gotta put pistol to the sky,
kill a million motherfuckers and get in order to be cool
Man, you'se a fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the
Young, a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, trip
I got drunk as fuck, the blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to us
So I'ma stay to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
get swallowed in the game
I and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that sounds like I did it
Don't blaze the ??? the top bullet
Niggaz look they're doped up like tired bitches
With the wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping the fuck out like typhoons
the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for
Fuck everything you believe in, little

Kurupt

Just ask yourself the
How many can I fuck 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 know why these motherfuckers fuck with us

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