Can't Go Wrong
DJ Quik & Butch Cassidy & DJ Quik & Kurupt & DJ Quik
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The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let off K's to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't switch like you switches today
Dipset is sitting, tripping off all of the ways
That there is to jizz, biz in the jizz
The coup's gripping off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, it takes a matter of fact
To duplicate the great, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone
Two shotty Young Gotti in the millennium Rome
If she raggedly, I'm sending 'em home
Putting ten in the chrome, letting off ten to the dome
It don't quit, it don't stop
Let the beat knock, let the beat knock
Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot
In a drop-top, getting what I got, I just
Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through song
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
No matter what you say
I'll never stop, I'll bust all day
No time for delay
I'll do it my way
Kurupt, what up?
I'ma drop 'til it's clear in these ravines and ponds
It's Vietnam time, toss the C-notes
The magnificent magneto, dipping through, coming like ayy
Don't expect nothing less, D's gleam on the tray
All night and all day
It's the best in the 2001 SS, it's the prince of the West
I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much
I ain't even really tripping, just me, Snoopy and Quik and
Someone like you with the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, uplifting
Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me Paul Vitti
With the skirts from Tahiti, working at the mall
With young Roscoe, you fool and hostile
I just tuck my Roscoe, the apostle's colossal
Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through song
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
No matter what you say
I'll never stop, I'll bust all day
No time for delay
I'll do it my way
One, two, fuck with my crew
And we won't stop popping 'til your body turn blue
Three, four, 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'm a lush looking for the kush
Looking for the bush to push and mush bad
I'd hump the ho if she ain't been needing a douchebag
No, must've been the coochie with hair that's pushed back
In a bun, looking fun, getting silly with my celly from Philly
Brought to you by way of two ones
We smuggle in and out of the place our two guns
Courtesy of Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabos
We stab hoes in the bladder, acting bad with the mad hoes
Yeah, we started this pussy shit
And these the motherfucking hoes we get? Come on
Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through song
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
No matter what you say
I'll never stop, I'll bust all day
No time for delay
I'll do it my way
Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through song
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
No matter what you say
I'll never stop, I'll bust all day
No time for delay
I'll do it my way
Alright, y'all, this a motherfucking public service announcement
From Mr. X to the motherfucking Z, Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt
To all you half-ass motherfucking coming around
Pussy-ass niggas tryna see what's up with my homeboys
And see what's up with me, nigga, is he this, is he that?
Nigga, I'm a motherfucking killer
And it's like this, nigga
If I had a dollar for every time you bitch-
Ass niggas came around and didn't do shit
I'd be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up, motherfuckers
It's like this, it's on on sight