Kurupt: On, on side

(Intro-Kurupt) Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga West Coast California livin nigga (Verse 1-Kurupt) Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam In gangstaville where we shoot to kill Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle The hell-hound came through and drown the whale Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail Soak in a could of smoke then inhale Hold it in neva exhale Smoke whoever nigga's zone I'm in, oh well Fuck you and ya mama Drama, holocaust through anaconda (Chorus 1-Kurupt) Nigga, I'm blastin on you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz (Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead) Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life (Verse 2-Kurupt) It's time to prepare, lil' nigga listen here Get pairs like ten spears, your shit is his Fist, five and five, and multitudes Comin through bangin the five Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride I'm tired of all y'all rap is sawed off Let off a belly, the Desert Eagle start yellin Screamin, the path of a demon bellin My all blue chucks all goin out right Dippin through the back cuz it's on onsite The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him If the bitches strip, we out six, foe's Like e'erday, Californ-I-A I can't explain it, the immaculate can't be painted Double-four's dump it on my lap for comfort (Chorus 1-Kurupt) For you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz (Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead) Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life! (Verse 3-Kurupt) Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone Spread throughout the plains like a plague Back to the G's and fools With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool Hit 'em hard like weights Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake I'ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes I'ma crack the plate I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite The sytem's assistance to get up in this Dogg Pound, California you can't fuck with this Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger Two shots just a killa to the head (Chorus 1-Kurupt) Fuck you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz Fuck ya'll-you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz Fuck all you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz Fuck ya'll-you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz (Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead) Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life