G's Iz G's - Kurupt, Tash

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(Who we got?)

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

I’m often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky

I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely

So meet me on the block when you come to the West

Bangin' styles that’ll wash you up quicker than Zest

Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain’t tight (Nighty-night)

Yo, Catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight!

Rum 'n' Coke…

Gin 'n' juice…

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