Lyrics I Ain't Sh%T Without My Homboyz - Kurupt feat. Daz Dillinger, Soopafly, Baby S, & Crooked I

"Yup"
"Ay, what′s the name of that song that goes
Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da"
"It ain't about you?"
"That′s the one you have it on?"
"Yea"
"Oh, yea, that's tight"
"You like that?"
"Yea"

Check check check check check
Microphone check check check check check
1, 2 check check check check check
Live in the place to be
Soopafly, comin at ya
I don't stop and I don′t quit
Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep game
Check, I break a nigga neck
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck
I like to rock a show
I′m stackin c-notes
It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn′t know
Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak
Keep em in check
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek
They sleep
Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now
Let me take you on a journey block to block
Show you how to pack heat, drop and 64 hop
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop
Had them bitches dope fiending like I′m slangin them rocks
Straight from the L we don't take no shit
We off in the cut waitin for y′all niggas to trip
We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with
When you in close range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit
Game over
I knock a nigga from drunk to sober
I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance I do the polka
Stickin fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade

Can I ride in your car?
Girl I've gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, that ain′t what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
No, but you can eat this dick
While I smash my shit and I pop in my car
Can I give you my number?
Yea, next summer
But I′m hungry baby
Sh, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I′m ready to go
Aight then, but I ain't got no money
Ain′t you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song′s about
Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Bitch please
Got her speakin in Chinese
They like please
Yea, just pluck em off
Mothafuck all you hoes
Fuck em all
This is nothing but true game
This stainless thing got stained
The bitch gobble the best
She won a contest for the best jaws in the west
The homie said, "Watch my head"
But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta
A nigga feelin bitter
Shitty as some kitty litter
Take off, got a Adolf Hitler
Center of attraction
Multiplications then subtractions
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit
The bitch on my dick
I'm like bitch, forget it
Let it loose bitch, won′t you let it
For????? I get a bad bitch from Connecticut
A typical ho
I′m only in it for the blow
The bitch was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow then let her blow
Then she turned blue
On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew

Can I ride in your car?
Bitch I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain′t what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can I give you my number?
Nah, maybe next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that′s crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but uh, I ain′t got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I′m on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Now all salute the supreme general that got style
And watch how I rock and lock the block down
Tightly to fight me will cause disaster
No chance to surpass the vocab I master
As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe
Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack
Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can′t put work in
Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in
But I'mma stay bangin
The game that I′m claimin
Gold chain swangin
While the six trey hangin
Back bumpa
Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass drop

Can I ride in your car?
Bitch I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain′t what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can I give you my number?
Nah, maybe next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that′s crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but uh, I ain't got no money
Ain′t you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain′t even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out