| Peace |
| The 213 |
| The 7 off 7 |
| The 4 when the ride got off. |
| It be the main did they |
| I’m bout to get in Used to be situp, not Tito |
| Have a couple babies, now let her get up If we prayed and respected by big and the little |
| Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame |
| Get close for a dose with the West-Coast chopgame |
| Nickie but don’t cuttie |
| Only water in the clip for DPG I had to fuck with |
| Uhhh, Uhhh, |
| Follow that clap, we got dope in My nigga Snoop got some hoes in Uhhh, Uhhh, |
| Seen her for some black sauce in gripping secret |
| Can’t wait till we get them butt naked |
| We act so bad up in the spot |
| Dre be overworked |
| Cocaine go bid your prize |
| Bitches pay the prize |
| Why in the hell are you so ignorant? |
| Why is your slang so a little? |
| We came to rock your body, rock your soul |
| We came to rock your body, rock your soul |
| (Yeah, and it’s like that) |
| Hoes |
| Menoles you can come from everywhere |
| I ya, gotta put these keys in a pot, |
| boss playa, playa |
| Check this plot |
| Cause don’t miss my whole act |
| Suga T paper, cause Suga T did that |
| It’s so simple to make it happen |
| More paper to keep the scratch |
| Bin off the hurricane, chillin’and relaxin' |
| Till the shit |
| I’ll keep it bumpin’and humpin’just like a droptop |
| Will it ever quit, will it ever stop |
| For reward in the jet shot sugar Dogg Pound |
| Can make it with my homie |
| Get you bleed into Oaktown |
| Cause I get sick with it And they don’t why |
| Cause I get sick with it Because they singin’for fly (Word) |
| A lot of Niggas they know it The Niggas got big respect |
| It ain’t till the tape in your deck |
| Cause the Nigga that pops |
| Till the Nigga can’t pop no mo' |
| Straight herbin’on the Indo |
| From my hood to yo hood |
| Ain’t lettin bustas figure up If y’all Niggas strap I’m your plug |
| The call me D-Shot, the shot taller, |
| a.k.a. livin’in the boss baller |
| I’m all original base |
| Pore last Detroit |
| Still get decisions |
| Then I flip from Troy |
| Hit the brownie tracks |
| Smokes big with feds |
| Low in hell stoke |
| Got a game in back |
| See I’m in with Bin and lil’Joe be caught |
| But I’m about to make me (?) |
| I hit 'em five times make her feel comfort |
| Took her to the mall then she robbed and sorted |
| One day, I was sippin’through the hood |
| I did all my homies |
| And it was all turned good |
| I’m Kurupt, to have bitch really cold chillin' |
| Blue from the forts that soon, straight dealin' |
| With so much cash, it’s seen funny |
| Been there and done it Everything you see and ever wanted |
| I’m Kurupt, peace me up a piece of the pie |
| We can try to make it right and the pimps to ride |
| Who’s the man, (?) |
| With my suave, the world wide homicidal plan |
| Too many stressed in here I’m bout to touch my loot |
| The fucking dogg on where the only things to own and shoot |
| And he’s a dogg and the room is wet |
| And the Nigga like me tired in worst day |
| I be rhymin’to fuck a mic since the first day |
| My eyes open wide I finally realize it’s the way to get paid |