For All My Niggaz & Bitches

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

Well, it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga

See these other fools, but you can't see me, nigga

Who am I? (It's Kurupt, motherfucker)

Do or die (We gives a fuck, motherfucker)

So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet

Take it for granted if ya wanna, 'cause I'm gonna

Grab my strap then clear the corner, bitch

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz & Lil' Malik]

To all my bitches and my niggas, and my niggas and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches, and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]

Now, on a one (One), two (Two), three (Three), who could it be?

Comin' with a grip of gangsta shit for '93

So '94's arrived, nigga, back on up

And let me and my dog Kurupt fuck shit up

Now can't nobody see me here or there, wherever I bails

I put it down all around, 'cause ain't shit for sale

In the coupe with the beat, flossin' off gold Ds

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much for Tha Dogg Pound to bust a cap

In your ass, for gettin' us all fucked up, now check it

It's a fallout for niggas like those

Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes

Yes, y'all, walk the dogs, yes, y'all, yiggy-y'all

Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

I packs a strap like that, I kicks it like this

Now, how many bitches must get dicked?

Before they say, "Oh, that is that nigga from back in the day

I never, ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre"

'Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half

Hoes be comin' to my flat so I can tap that ass, to all

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz & Lil' Malik]

To all my niggas and my bitches, and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches, and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

[Verse 4: Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]

You're headed my way, nigga, you best to hit a U-turn quick

So what's happenin'? I'm cappin' shit up like a Western flick

The kingpin of the clique, top notch

Seventeen-shot Glock cocked, so all niggas drop

The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin' to serve the best

Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest

I smoke chronic every day, so what have we?

Another motherfucker gettin' served like some cavi

Now who drops (Rough rhymes)

I got the Juice like 2Pac (Plus I'm), rollin' with two Glocks

Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt

Hell-raisin' like Pinhead, beware, I'm tearin' shit the fuck up

Slow your roll like your legs was broken

Who's jokin'? Rakim never joked, so why should I, loc?

And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow, though

Runnin' 'em like Flo-Jo, stranded on Death Row

Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm servin'

And they can't fuck with or see me, I'm mass-murderous

Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose (Yeah)

Niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows

I'm raw like news footage, I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich

Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched

Drop to your knees like a dog in heat

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz & Lil' Malik]

To all my niggas and my bitches, and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

[Verse 5: Lady of Rage]

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown, take down

When it comes to the mic, I'm puttin' my weight down

And that's a hundred seventy-five pounds of beef

Beatin' your ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know

I'm stranded on Death Row with nowhere to go

So, what's a girl to do?

Take out a crew or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound]

Throw your guns in the motherfuckin' air

We don't care (Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)

About nothin' at all

Just my Doggs and clockin' a grip', bitch (Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)

That's why I can kick it so tuff

'Cause when times get ruff, my (Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)

The clique that I'm with don't give a shit

You know why? (Real niggas don't give a fuck)

[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz]

Now all the bitches and the niggas

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air