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

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

Kurupt

it out
Here's a penny for your
A nicklebag of
An with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust,
Illustrious, homie don't us

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

One: Kurupt

I'm ferocious, and you knows nigga
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, glock it
Pistol activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your
You to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance
How the you make 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 last night you can
that I'm addicted to the life
Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and
You go on and fuck Misty, while I Michelle

Chorus:

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

Two: Kurupt

What you do, penetrate me?
my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga trip
off a little piece of ass he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any (any time)
You'se a (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my
I'm not too nigga, Kurupt young Gotti
A.K.A. Low Ricky (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, up
Don't sleep homie, to know it
Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch,
ask me shit 'till you ask yourself

Chorus: Dr. Dre &

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

Three: Dr. Dre

What the is up? Man life's a bitch
You gotta put pistol to the sky,
kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be
Man, a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, in the days
Young, with a lack on things
Never thought too much, homie, never
I got drunk as fuck, the homies sticks
Look out for niggaz out to catch us
So I'ma forgetting 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, shit sounds like I did it
Don't the ??? without the top bullet
Niggaz look they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, and cartoons
Motherfucker ask me for shit
Fuck you believe in, little bitch

Chorus:

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

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