For All My n*ggaz & b*tches lyrics

by

The Dramatics


[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Well, it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, n*gga
See these other fools, but you can't see me, n*gga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt, motherf*cker)
Do or die (We gives a f*ck, motherf*cker)
So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old n*gga that's on this planet
Take it for granted if ya wanna, 'cause I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, b*tch

[Chorus: Dat n*gga Daz & Lil' Malik]
To all my b*tches and my n*ggas, and my n*ggas and my b*tches
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a sh*t like we don't give a sh*t
Wave your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches, and my b*tches and my n*ggas
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck
Keep your motherf*ckin' hands in the air

[Verse 2: Dat n*gga Daz]
Now, on a one (One), two (Two), three (Three), who could it be?
Comin' with a grip of gangsta sh*t for '93
So '94's arrived, n*gga, back on up
And let me and my dog Kurupt f*ck sh*t up
Now can't nobody see me here or there, wherever I bails
I put it down all around, 'cause ain't sh*t for sale
In the coupe with the beat, flossin' off gold Ds
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much for Tha Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your ass, for gettin' us all f*cked up, now check it
It's a fallout for n*ggas like those
Who supposed to be the sh*t, but steadily b*tchin' like hoes
Yes, y'all, walk the dogs, yes, y'all, yiggy-y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I packs a strap like that, I kicks it like this
Now, how many b*tches must get di*ked?
Before they say, "Oh, that is that n*gga from back in the day
I never, ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre"
'Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin' to my flat so I can tap that ass, to all

[Chorus: Dat n*gga Daz & Lil' Malik]
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches, and my b*tches and my n*ggas
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a sh*t like we don't give a sh*t
Wave your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches, and my b*tches and my n*ggas
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck
Keep your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air

[Verse 4: Kurupt & Dat n*gga Daz]
You're headed my way, n*gga, you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin'? I'm cappin' sh*t up like a Western flick
The kingpin of the clique, top notch
Seventeen-shot Glock c*cked, so all n*ggas drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin' to serve the best
Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic every day, so what have we?
Another motherf*cker gettin' served like some cavi
Now who drops (Rough rhymes)
I got the Juice like 2Pac (Plus I'm), rollin' with two Glocks
Fly motherf*ckers can't see Kurupt
Hell-raisin' like Pinhead, beware, I'm tearin' sh*t the f*ck up
Slow your roll like your legs was broken
Who's jokin'? Rakim never joked, so why should I, loc?
And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow, though
Runnin' 'em like Flo-Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherf*ckers die 'cause I'm servin'
And they can't f*ck with or see me, I'm mass-murderous
Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose (Yeah)
n*ggas don't understand how we kicks different flows
I'm raw like news footage, I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched
Drop to your knees like a dog in heat
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
[Chorus: Dat n*gga Daz & Lil' Malik]
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches, and my b*tches and my n*ggas
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a sh*t like we don't give a sh*t
Keep your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches and my b*tches and my n*ggas
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck
Keep your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air

[Verse 5: Lady of Rage]
Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown, take down
When it comes to the mic, I'm puttin' my weight down
And that's a hundred seventy-five pounds of beef
Beatin' your ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with nowhere to go
So, what's a girl to do?
Take out a crew or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound]
Throw your guns in the motherf*ckin' air
We don't care (n*ggas don't give a f*ck, n*gga)
About nothin' at all
Just my Doggs and clockin' a grip', b*tch (n*ggas don't give a f*ck, n*gga)
That's why I can kick it so tuff
'Cause when times get ruff, my (n*ggas don't give a f*ck, n*gga)
The clique that I'm with don't give a sh*t
You know why? (Real n*ggas don't give a f*ck)
[Outro: Dat n*gga Daz]
Now all the b*tches and the n*ggas
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
To all my n*ggas and my b*tches
Wave your motherf*ckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck
Keep your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air
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