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[2nd II None, AMG & Hi-C Diss; feat. Puff Johnson] [Intro: Kurupt] This is dedicate to all of y'all Skanless-ass dusty-ass broke-ass busta-ass niggaz! [Chorus: singers (Kurupt)] Y'all ain't sayin nothin Y'all niggaz is fuckin, fuck y'all (bitch niggaz) Fuck y'all (punk bitches) Fuck y'all (fuck y'all) fuck y'all (then fuck y'all) Always poppin somethin (always poppin shit) Y'know I'm gon' come back dumpin Fuck y'all (bitch niggaz) fuck y'all (punk bitches) Fuck y'all (fuck y'all) fuck y'all (you and all) [Kurupt:] I'm like fuck you; you ain't never been shit Never was shit, fuck it the way I was taught was Never trust shit, especially this Funny style, funny lookin bitch nigga here I'm a tell you so fast, so quick Nigga if you say another word, that's it I'm a slap him like the bitch that he is Then I'm a turn around and slap the bitch that he with I ain't never understood your type Letras de cancionesYou know you wanna be a boss, we cut from a different cloth They never thought me and Quik would get it together Keep it Crippin while I dip and sip and spit it together Fuck y'all [Chorus:] (Bitch niggaz) (punk bitches) (Fuckin snitches) (coward niggaz) (fuck 'em) (Bitch niggaz) (punk bitches) (Fuck y'all) (yeah and all) [DJ Quik:] Yeah I'm put together, Compton built me with an Einstein brain We live in Southern California where you GOTTA make it rain~! And if you jump I'll help you reconstruct the crash of the plane To survive, you gotta embrace pain Cause pain tells you that you need to get right with'chaself So when you do replace the pain with wealth And even though the money can't buy you health You'll be eatin right for tellin them just how you felt I sleep in a mirrored room, worthy of an emperor I only get a temper when I'm talkin to the simpletons Give me patience, I deal with mental patients I see you as a dunce but I haven't said it once [Chorus:] (Always talkin shit) (fuckin snitches) (coward niggaz) (Cake bitches) (fuck y'all)... (fuck you, fuck you) (Bitch niggaz) (punk bitches) (Fuck y'all) (you and all) [DJ Quik:] Hey, we we let it go, but you gotta get it though Kurupt is the venom; and Quik is the antidote Even though your man is slow, and can't keep the tempo yo I'm keepin it simple I'm stuck to this instrumental So bounce - we in your city makin all our rounds We get the dollars, euros, yen and pounds We stand on top of the couches; we like those girls Without pouches and those braces and the slouches So now (now) we'd like to challenge y'all to all get down (Get down) but all together like couples to the sound (The sound) don't want to hear no rebuttal Think of the music as the tracks and your body's the shovel [Kurupt:] Take off, blast off in the sky to a high My bad, I ain't mean to make you mad Cadillac on 3's, old school, O.D.'s make me shiver If you try to take mines, or my homey's, I deliver These cannonball words through your window through the info Through your liver listenin I tell ya how I'm feelin [DJ Quik:] Hey - Hi-C, AMG, K&D Why y'all names all rhyme and mine don't? Cause I got it and y'all won't? I'm the Quiksta, I'm the funk I be bangin in the trunk All the bitches wanna fuck me cause they know I ain't no punk I'm a tell you niggaz once and for all dagnabbit If you can't see me with it, then you can never have it So fuck y'all! From Letras Mania