Ask Yourself a Question Songtext
von Kurupt feat. Dr. Dre

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Here′s a penny for your thoughts, a nickel bag of bliss
A M-16 with 18 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 niggas can I blast on the side?
I'm ferocious, and you knows this, nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and whoop
I pop pistols, that's all I do
I pop one at him, pop two at you
I′m elusive, I′m a glutton
Pistol-poppin' activist with the key to the button
I rip your pockets off the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance
I′m in my G4 stance How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you're at, or who you are
People treat me like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
I hear "oohs" and "ahhs" when I jumps in my car
Just from last night you could tell
That I′m addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quel
You go on and fuck Christie while I fuck Michelle
[Chorus: Kurupt, Woman & (Mad Child)
Just ask yourself the question
(How many hoes can I fuck in one night?)
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggas can I blast on the side?
Just ask yourself the question
(Is it cool to ride?) Is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us


What you wanna do, penetrate me, nigga?
Bump my grip, nigga? 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′s a vegetarian (What?), I like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuckin' hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky, nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti AKA Little Ricky, nigga (What up, mama?)
Substantial, uh, tyrannosaurus
Gigantic, titanic tarantula
On the creep, homie, wake up
Don′t sleep, homie, you′re supposed to know it
Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don′t ask me shit 'til you ask yourself
[Chorus: Mad Child, Woman & (Kurupt)
Just ask yourself the question
(How many hoes can I fuck in one night?)
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggas can I blast on the side?
Just ask yourself the question
(Is it cool to ride?) Is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don′t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

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 (Cool), man, you′s a motherfuckin' fool
(Speak to these niggas)
I thought the same way back in the days
Young with a 'Lac on Dana Danes
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazin′ sticks
Look out for them niggas out to get ya
It′s a mistake forgettin' to take your pistol with ya
(Got your pistol, nigga?) Niggas get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to pair-dock your frame
Yo, nigga, that shit sound like I did it
Don′t blaze the indica without the Thai with it
Niggas look like they doped up like Todd Bridges
We the eyes-wide goons, spit the harpoons
Wipin' 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, Woman & (Mad Child)
Just ask yourself the question
(How many hoes can I fuck in one night?)
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggas can I blast on the side?
Just ask yourself the question
(Is it cool to ride?) Is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us