BlaQKout lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt]
Yeah (yeah)
This is one of those when you put it together
You make gumbo (gumbo) you dig? (I dig)
I mean how can you go wrong?
DJ Quik on the beat, Kurupt Young Gotti on the mic
DJ Quik on the mic, I mean
How can you go wrong? Yes

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I'm a hit you right off of the intro
I don't need rap, I'm a pimp
So I'm conflicted
Cause I can't put hoes on the track, that's contradictin'
And even though I don't win no Grammys
I still get love in the streets, from the pappys and mammys
I'll be damned they ain't family
They treat me like I flunked out of Grambling
But they happy that I went on a scholarship, God damn me
I know you love me if you feel this
I'm not a rapper, I'm a realist
And I came back just to get you on track like metro
Set the stage on fire, gallon of petrol - get it all!
Patron shots got me gettin drunk, want to hit it all
Rap music filled with shock and awe
I know you love Quik cause I'm rockin y'all
Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all
Yeah
This feel so Crenshaw right now
This feelin right here is kinda takin me back to 1995
Such a familiar feeling, glad to be here!

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Ay I'm with'chu big homey!
Me? I was born to be a G
Different situations bring out a different me
Soliloquies of get sh*t spit spastically
I put that on my life, my wife, my kids and the streets
I'm a rise; this shouldn't come as a surprise
Open up your mind body soul and your eyes
I improve, intertwine, improvise
Impatient at some times when I grind
When I BlaQKout, my thoughts is my eyes
But I can see e'rything in sight like they lied
You might not like this, you might not care
I might tell you somethin you don't really wanna hear
I plan to take a couple of you n*ggas on a journey
You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney
Gargantuan, cannon c*cker BLAKA, BLAKA, BLAKA
Motherf*cker Kurupt a couple percussions
Passed around like "8Ball" when Eric was alive
Step up in the club, and take a look inside
And BlaQKout