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Girls all pause


Kurupt Lyrics

 

Girls all pause by Kurupt


[Intro]
Sup Fred?
Gangsta sh*t
West Coast...
[Verse One]
Niggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaf**k the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll b**ch niggas by name:
Mothaf**k D
Mothaf**k M
Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX
Extraordinary, trynna snatch my b**ch
You can have the b**ch, two b**ches gettin' rich
Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to death and stripped, all over a b**ch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth sh*t
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't sh*t New York
They actin' like a b**ch New York
Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my niggas - cool
Def Squad and DefJam, but f**k Ja Rule
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz ‘ll sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do:
Get ya'll niggas, slap ya'll niggas like b**ches
Dippin' through the ‘hood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac last week
Wit' a new b**ch since my old b**ch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* "f**k, f**k, f**k all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my niggas and my b**ches,
my b**ches and all my niggas, my niggas and
my b**ches, my b**ches and all my niggaaaass!"
Callin' Out Names!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
[Verse 2]
I don't give a f**k
Catch me in da ‘hood all blue Chucks, gangbanged the f**k out Cuz
Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
And all the rest of ya'll niggas who Ryde Ruff get these
I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again
Kurupt said it mothaf**ka from beginnin' to end
You salamander-ass caterpillar-ass mothaf**ka
Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa mothaf**ka
If it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest for they chest
Quoted from a f**ka homie X
The Lox ya'll my mothaf**kas, can't forget ya'll
And that's spoken on from the mothaf**kin Dogg
All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this
Eat a fat dick b**ch
I'm Callin Out Names!
[Break]
f**k Ruff Ryder
f**k The Firm
f**k Belly
Kurupt says f**k ‘em
[Chorus]
Nigga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you
But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you
I cause brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think
Lettin' off caliber's ‘til the chamber need to be changed
Empty out, simply don't tempt me,
I empty out until everything in this mothaf**ka's gone
I empty house off of empty rounds
Now what the f**k you gotta say?
What the f**k you wanna see? The homie's on my K
I never worry ‘bout none of ya'll so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!)
The Gang, we master blast and maintain
Weed money cocaine got us all insane
b**ch niggas remember even though the times may change
I want Kurupt said it nigga, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "f**k, f**k, f**k all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my niggas and my b**ches,
my b**ches and all my niggas, my niggas and
my b**ches, my b**ches and all my niggaaaass!"
West Coast! Bout Time!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
Let's start!
Coasta' nigga!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
Holla at'cha boy?On the West Coast?get at me homie!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)



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