[Intro: Kurupt]
Yeah, whassup, this Kurupt Young Gotti
I just left Spokane and, re-upped on them pills
I got them blue devils, bitch
I'm with my High Powered n***as (E-Feezy)
High Powered Studios, my n***a
We High Powered

[Verse 1: E-40]
They be hydrated and they thirsty
And you's a, triple O.G. if you can make it to see 30
Just 'cause that bitch is purty
Don't mean she's an angel, mayne, she's dangerous and skanless
Suck you brainless and leave your ass broke and chainless
The more I teach it to them the more I get 'em in my prime
Get off that square n***a's dick and get on mine
I'm the best thing that ever happened, to this Earth since the washing machine
I'm the only rapper that I know that took dirty money and made it clean
Wanna know why I'm seldom seen, and spit work as if it's mescaline
'Cause I had a wooden golf cart from 1 to 13{?}
That shit a triple beam, puffin', stuffin' a million dollar dream
Getttin my rocks off as if it was a semen monkey
Ah-duh-a-damnit, d-d-d-damnit, damnit, damnit
People'll turn on you like Justin Timberlake did Janet

[Hook: Roc'phella]
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Yes, it's all about the money, skrilla for a killa
Young Magilla Gorilla takin' trips to Venezuela
With a cool half a zip, we on a stackin' trip
We tryin' to stack our chips (yeah), stack up wax and dip
(You know we way on it now, we from Tha Dogg Pound)
Probably seen me all around, I did shows in yo' town (Hey, hey, hey)
Nike Air Forces (uh), spank Chuck Taylors
We don't pose with haters we communicate with players
I'm a hater disintegrater, a player congratulator
A money motivator, I'm Gotti Yoda Vader
I keep it simple and plain, I'm elevatin' the game
You see I fly like falcons, I'm sturdy as mountains
I bust on microphones, rhymes flow like fountains
I'm Kurupt, and I won't tell you again
I like smokin', drinkin', and makin' some ends
It's all about the bread, I learned that at the age of ten
Listen

[Hook]

[Daz Dillinger]
Hey, hey, hey
Whassup
E-40, Kurupt
I'm here (here), what it do
Yeah, my n***a John, whattup, with the shit
Poppin' we got it Puerto Rico, headin' back to Miami (Hey, hey)
Me Kurupt and E-40 (E-40) on deck keepin' it handy (Blow)
The [?] (what), you know I'm bonafide G (G)
On how it's 'posed to be, 'cause eyes don't see (Say what? Say what? Say what?)
I kick the real shit, I never fake it to make it (Fake it to make it)
We got it on top if I ain't got it I'mma take it (Hey, gimme my shit, hey)
The 7-0-7-3, 2-3-5-6-2
DPG, we do what we do (Come on, hey, hey, hey, woo)
We got our family (family), we got to get it together (Together)
Gotta get our chinchilla for the coldest weather (Woooo)
See, I'm a number one, uno, never dos, the West Coast (Horale)
Like Rick Ross, we got the best smoke (We got the best smoke, hey)
Come and choke and inhale on that good good (Good good)
You know we do it like this throughout the hood hood (Hood hood)
You know we slappin' dominoes and we mackin' many hoes (Ho, ho)
And nobody knows what goes on behind doors (Ho, ho!)
'Cause I'm (Me and you)
[Hook]