Kurupt - Can't Go Wrong lyrics

(feat. Butch Ca**idy, DJ Quik) [Kurupt] 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 swith 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 math-ical 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 k**in' it's on It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock Pull up at the spot, in a drop top Gettin' what I got, I just [Chorus: Butch Ca**idy] 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 [DJ Quik] Kurupt, what up [Kurupt] 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 dick 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 [Chorus: Butch Ca**idy (Kurupt)] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... (Just don't stop) Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... (Bounce them switches) Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... ('Cause I'ma bust all day) No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah) [DJ Quik] Yes 1, 2, f** wit my crew And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue 3, 4, look at that who*e with the fat a**, 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 p**y sh**, no sh** And these the mothaf**in' hoes we get, c'mon [Chorus - 2x: Butch Ca**idy] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... No time fo' da game, I do it my way [Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit] Aight y'all this a mothaf**in' public service announcement From Mr. X to tha mothaf**in' Z Xzibit My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half a** mothaf**as comin' around p**y a** n***as! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy And see what's up wit me, n***a is he this, is he that n***a I'm a mothaf**in' k**a and it's like this n***a If I had a doller fo' every time you b**h a** n***as Came around and didn't do sh**, I'll be a billionaire right now Put up or shut up mothaf**as, it's like this, it's on, onsite [Xzibit scrieking]