Versuri Ask Yourself A Question (Bonus Cut)

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