Can't Go Wrong Lyrics

The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways

That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax

Trumpet to trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on

It don't quit, it don't stop
Let the beat knock, beat knock
Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, what up

I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'
Dippin' through, comin' like ay

Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S
It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much
Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'

It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you
Wit' the biggest mouth to put a d**k in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted

Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall
With young Roscoe, you fool in high school
I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Yes, 1, 2, f**k wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat a*s
But without the cash, hit the door

The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'
Fo' the bush to push and mush back
I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag

No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns

Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes
Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pus*y shit, no shit
And these the mothaf**kin' hoes we get, c'mon

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

{Aight, y'all this a mothaf**kin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothaf**kin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half a*s mothaf**kas comin' around
pus*y a*s niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}

{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothaf**kin' killa and it's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch a*s niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothaf**kas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}

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