Coast CD Let me clear my throat Check it out, check it out, check it out We gonna drop it like this, yo This album is the best of both worlds Kurupt
No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out nigga survivin' a drought nigga It's like that Buck and Kurupt Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt Ya might get kurupted
opened Check it out, got games, crackle, clash of the titans Up against the crackin', come to fuck you up, stuck you up Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt
like pearls and shells make 'em wriggle like worms We everlastin', Kurupt and Everlast Lashin', ever ready sounds, spreadin' like rashes Life is complicated, Kurupt
sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I make '
, I can't let that slide I'm fittin' to trip, pop my old english and get into some gangsta, shh What's my name? Roscoe, Roscoe! My big brah, Kurupt, Kurupt
Fresh, fresh Fresh, fresh Fresh, fresh Girl you are something else, you are Fresh, fresh Girl you are something else, you are I know this girl, always
For all the girls you know you in the garden Eden This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck To my baby girl Denim You can't wait till we gets on to crash
to get lynched ass nigga Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins Henchmen, the whole world's against me It's a million to one, Kurupt
cinder blocks, nigga Gimmewhuthcagot nigga, get blazed, get shot, nigga We make it hot nigga raw, my nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto metal cock
Full moon's light is calling me My kingdom lies within The mystic soul and lion's heart Brought by the talisman The ecstasy of battle takes me Where
Don't make no sense (Sense, sense) Shit's shady Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense (
To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tic-tic, Slick Rick Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, hell yeah Raw Dawg, you know, you know me,
niggas allowed (no, uh-huh) No bitches allowed (we goin' do it like this) Kurupt, young gotti (nigga), check it out [verse 1: kurupt (kurupt talking
me ya dead like presidents I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff The man just like Meth Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt
man, roll this shit For the homies, now who that? Yeah, it's Kurupt fool, live Dogg pound And let all y'all know, know, know we live Yeah Kurupt the
shahi raffi I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me Kurupt: to my nigga kel el, escoball, what all up in this piece Chorus: (to end with kurupt
When the acid rain falls, your frame falls I'll make your chains spark the lead, the chainsaws I'm not captivated and I'm not captive Free as a bird to
