Can't Go Wrong (feat. DJ Quik & Butch Cassidy)

The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways That they ears and chairs, dis on this years Cokes drippin' off juice and gins As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax Trumpet to trombone Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on It don't quit, it don't stop Let the beat knock, beat knock Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top Gettin' what I got, I just Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way No time fo' da game, I do it my way Kurupt, what up I'ma drop 'til it's clear And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto' Dippin' through, comin' like ay Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin' It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall With young Roscoe, you fool in high school I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way No time fo' da game, I do it my way Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue 3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass But without the cash, hit the door The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' Fo' the bush to push and mush back I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy Brought to you by way or two buns We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way No time fo' da game, I do it my way Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way No time fo' da game, I do it my way {Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy} {And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}