[Kurupt talking (Kurupt talking in the background)]

*sniffs (2x)* *coughs (4x)* *sniffs (2x)* (ahh shit) *sniffs (2x)*
Yo! Yo man! *sniffs (2x)* *puffs on a joint* *coughs (4x)* (???)
Yo! Yo I got a message for all y'all motherfuckers mad at shit
'Cause now I'm mad at shit
Got niggas smokin' a whole motherfucken' dope-sack of some doja
Y'all know what I mean?
Shippin' motherfucken' shipments of some bomb-ass weed
Yo check it! Fuck all y'all fake-ass, mad 'cause nobody don't love y'all
Secretly dingy-ass, 500,000 sold-ass, bitch-ass, funny style-ass
Goofy, dusty, dirty, punk-ass motherfuckers
Gangster nigga! (*laughing*)
To all the homies (for the gangsters, for all the homies)
No bitch-ass 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 in the background)]

Gangster, gangster, I'm a G from the D,
that's what the riders see (uh-huh)
I'm a get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the deal
Come through, grey and blue, I'm a show you what I do
Where I hang the shit, Dogg Pound Gangstaville
In the cut, nigga what
I'm a slip through, if you trip, I'm a trip too
Get a bitch to strip till the homie's dick through (oh, come on now)
got my nigga Slip too (what up Slip!?)
And I got a whole eighth of weed,
and that's all we need (*puffs on a joint* *coughs*)
Till we hit the next spot, 'cause when I flew in
(what, what?), I knew it's 'bout to be a G'd- up reunion (gangster!)
Ain't no words to express this song
'cause one day you're here, and the next you're gone
This goes out to the homies (???),
and this is straight from