Drunken Master - It's All Your Fault lyrics

(feat. Kurupt) [Kurupt (Drunken Master) {Both}] "Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh." ("Yeah, n***a. Uh. Uh.") "You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta Assa**in. Numba one." ("Drunkenstyle, baby. C'mon.") "Huh? It's like this, homie." We don't stop. We pop glocks We got nots. We clock knocks I bust shots. I'm raw dog Kurupt's a hog. O-G for the dogs! "Uh! Uh. It's like that, ch'all!" ("It's goin' down. Let's get some freestyle sh** in here.") "Y-Y-Yeah! It's like that, n***a." All my g**nin' homeboys throw it up. I'ma blow it up Make the spot flame. You don't know my name? I'ma tell ya somethin', homie. You know the game? I don't got no strain, no type of stress I protects myself wit' the Smif-to the-Wes Westside, n***a. Rida for life! Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though Drop n***as down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it's nice Ignite mics, homie. I'm cold as ice And I'm percise like shots at point blank These n***as wanna come through? They get ganked! My homeboy Drunken Master said, {'Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust 'em} {Leave that ba*tard dead, n***a.'} So indeed I had to co*k my heat Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head I'ma leave 'em all dead and you heard what I said Make 'em bleed 'til they bled, when you see me in red, n***a, best believe I'm bleedin' 'cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it's true, It's true. And, n***a, what I do is I ride Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, n***a My heart pounds, everybody lay it down You look around. Bustin' everybody on the ground And if you got money, I'm in your pockets. Strip 'em off I get it right. b**hes get it off The sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z, And my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P Now we don't stop. We pop glocks ("It's all your fault.") We clock knocks. Rock non-stop ("No hoe, no salt.") You just a b**h and b**hes eat dick, Also you know that b**hes ain't sh** See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime I'm one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C [Drunken Master] Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin' cash wit' Kurupt and Daz It ain't my fault if I blast on yo' busta a** Drunkenstyle, n***a, time to put it down Professional Chedda Chasers ridin' wit' Tha Dogg Pound Bustin' off shots, headed for the weed spot On your block bumpin' underground Pac, n***a Pissy drunk, don't make me pop the trunk Ayyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the blunt So we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin' b**hes Drunken Master on the road to the riches Snitches catch slugs when they ride down my block Ayyo, Kurupt, tell these n***as what you got [Kurupt (Kurupt's voice sampled)] I got sixteen mothaf**in' M-16's Fifteen nine millimeters with beams Fifteen mothaf**in' MACK-11's And mini-macks too, n***a. b**h little n***a Punk mothaf**a (B-b**h little n***a. Punk- Punk mothaf**a. B-b**h little n***a b**h little-b**h little-b**h little n***a Punk mothaf**a. B-b**h little n***a b**h little-b**h little-b**h little n***a)