Rap Life

We got Catash and Kuruption
What the fuck is yo’function?
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to fuck shit up
I’m sippin’nuttin’but the best; what you got in yo’cup?
Hennessey
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin’so much ass I rock cleats on concrete
So get the pictuah
My rap style’ll hit ya 'til ya move back
This ain’t the kind of shit that help Stella get her groove back
It’s on co’uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin'
While yo’album on the shelf gettin’dusty at the Slausson
Swap
Pop that Glock
Clock that knot
It’s thin line between love and hate
It’s thin line between Compton 'n'Watts
What you got?
Yo’motherfuckers is nerds
Yo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard!
(Check it out)
I heard it saggin’in bandanas
Shit to spit the leaves
Split like bananas
Poetical scanners
Make the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an’glamorous
Bitches and cameras
Experts'
Impenetrability exerts
Burst a verse
And since nuttin’but trouble incense jerks (Back in the day)
Silently clashin'
Clash is Throwin’towels in like passes
All I want to know is where the ass is If you got yo’pistol let it sizzle an’whistle
I’m agile; you fragile--
Glass and crystal
I’m priceless--the nicest
Yeah, that’s right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to fuck it up
I’m sippin’nuttin’but the best; what you got in yo’cup?
Hennessey, nigga
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed
You know I got the Malibu
I got the Orange weed
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to fuck it up
I’m sippin’nuttin’but the best; what you got in yo’cup?
O.E., homey, yeah
Oh, yeah, indeed
You know I got the Hennessey
I got the Orange weed, nigga
'Cause bustas is bustas, an’G’s iz G’s
But ain’t nobody fuckin''round wit’MCs like these
Somebody buck this nigga’keys; this lil’punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit’my blunt
And that’s a no-no, loco
So it’s one way to settle this:
You gots to box a round wit’the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this shit ain’t even fear
It’s kinda like we punchin’Munchkins
So let that nigga slide
He too wide-eyed to hide it Tash’ll slap his ass so hard, I’ll leave his Afro lopsided
You got it?
Good
Tell your Boyz 'N'The Hood
My style’s a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood