Текст песни Drunken Master f Kurupt - It`s All Your Fault
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[Kurupt Drunken Master Both]"Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh." "Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh.""You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangstaAssassin. Numba one." "Drunkenstyle, baby. C`mon.""Huh? It`s like this, homie."We don`t stop. We pop glocksWe got nots. We clock knocksI bust shots. I`m raw dogKurupt`s a hog. O-G for the dogs!"Uh! Uh. It`s like that, ch`all!" "It`s goin` down. Let`s get some freestyle shit in here.""Y-Y-Yeah! It`s like that, nigga."All my gangbangin` homeboys throw it up. I`ma blow it upMake the spot flame. You don`t know my name?I`ma tell ya somethin`, homie. You know the game?I don`t got no strain, no type of stressI protects myself wit` the Smif-to the-WesWestside, nigga. Rida for life!Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wifeAnd d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed thoughDrop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the timeWhen you see me bust a rhyme, believe it`s niceIgnite mics, homie. I`m cold as iceand I`m percise like shots at point blankThese niggas wanna come through? They get ganked!My homeboy Drunken Master said, `Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust `em Leave that bastard dead, nigga.`So indeed I had to cock my heatBust two shots, lay him flat in his seatMake his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bedEverybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the headI`ma leave `em all dead and you heard what I saidMake `em bleed `til they bled, when you see me in red,nigga, best believe I`m bleedin``cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it`s true,it`s true. And, nigga, what I do is I rideDogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, niggaMy heart pounds, everybody lay it downYou look around. Bustin` everybody on the groundand if you got money, I`m in your pockets. Strip `em offI get it right. Bitches get it offthe sideline to ride. Homicidal indeedKurupt, I run through and I blaze the weedSuper Fire in the back and the D-A-Z,and my homeboy, the S-N-double O-PNow we don`t stop. We pop glocks "It`s all your fault."We clock knocks. Rock non-stop "No hoe, no salt."You just a bitch and bitches eat dick,also you know that bitches ain`t shitSee, I rock rhymes the drop of a dimeI`m one-of-a-kind. Line-for-lineA Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know meK-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C[Drunken Master]Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin` cash wit` Kurupt and DazIt ain`t my fault if I blast on yo` busta assDrunkenstyle, nigga, time to put it downProfessional Chedda Chasers ridin` wit` Tha Dogg PoundBustin` off shots, headed for the weed spotOn your block bumpin` underground Pac, niggaPissy drunk, don`t make me pop the trunkAyyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the bluntso we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin` bitchesDrunken Master on the road to the richesSnitches catch slugs when they ride down my blockAyyo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what you got[Kurupt Kurupt`s voice sampled]I got sixteen mothafuckin` M-16`sFifteen nine millimeters with beamsFifteen mothafuckin` MACK-11`sand mini-macks too, nigga. Bitch little niggaPunk mothafucka B-Bitch little nigga. Punk- punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga Punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga