Ask Yourself a Question

Kurupt:<br>Check it out<br>Here`s a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss<br>An M-16 with eighteen clips<br>I`m all set to bust, treacherous<br>Illustrious, homie don`t question us<br><br>Just ask yourself the question<br>How many hoes can I fuck in one night?<br>Just ask yourself the question, nigga<br>How many niggaz can I blast on sight?<br><br>I`m ferocious, and you knows this nigga<br>Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump<br>I pop pistols, that`s all I do<br>I pop one at him and pop two at you<br>I`m illusive, I`ma glock it<br>Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket<br>I rip your pockets of the side of your pants<br>You glare to the side and you glance, I`m in my (???)<br>How the fuck you make it this far?<br>No matter where you at, or who you are<br>People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar<br>I hear ooh`s and aah`s when I jumps in my car<br>Just from last night you can tell<br>that I`m addicted to the fast life<br>Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell<br>You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle<br><br>Chorus:<br>Just ask yourself the question<br>How many hoes can I fuck in one night?<br>Just ask yourself the question<br>How many niggaz can I blast on sight?<br>Just ask yourself the question<br>Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?<br>Just ask yourself the question<br>I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us<br><br>What you wanna do, penetrate me?<br>Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?<br>I never thought a nigga would trip<br>off a little piece of ass that he know he could get<br>Any day (any day) and any time (any time)<br>You`se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork<br>Fish and chips, chips and dip<br>Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork<br>I`m not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti<br>A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)<br>Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.<br>On a creep homie, wake up<br>Don`t sleep homie, supposed to know it<br>Look, I`m hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga<br>Don`t ask me shit `till you ask yourself<br><br>Chorus (Dre)<br><br>Dre:<br>What the fuck is up? Man life`s a bitch<br>You gotta put your pistol to the sky,<br>kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool<br>Man, you`se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)<br>I thought the same way, back in the days<br>Young, with a lack on daily things<br>Never thought too much, homie, never trip<br>I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks<br>Look out for them niggaz out to get you<br>So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)<br>Niggaz get swallowed in the game<br>I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame<br>Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it<br>Don`t blaze the (???) without the (???)<br>Niggaz look like they`re doped up like tired bitches<br>With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom<br>Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons<br>With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons<br>Motherfucker don`t ask me for shit<br>Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Kurupt:<br>what, what?