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kurupt – space boogie lyrics

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yeah n-gg-, west coast
westcoastin’, floatin’, oh so floatin’
n-gg-, g’z young gotti

i’m like f-ck a b-tch and f-ck you too
it’s so many different things that i’m gon’ do
switches all f-cked up livin’ in the ’80’s
jackin’ n-gg-s for nissan trucks
a quarter piece to flip it’s me and daz and two b-tches
i never gave a f-ck, n-gg- daz and kurupt
they say, this ain’t the way to get rich
i might as well get me a b-tch

i don’t get it, i take it put a glitch in the matrix
flip some bricks to strip ya b-tch naked
’cause i just don’t care, live from “g” square
wit a vest and a cup to put in the air
n-gg-, f-ck a b-tch and f-ck you too
what a punk mothaf-cka like you gon’ do?
i holla’d at dr. dre, hit up bigg snoop
wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fueled

it’s on one, nah he said, “it’s on two”
on fifteen sh-lls, ducked and detailed, de-railed
all you to want do, do what the f-ck you want to do too
get what ya got to get to get through
light what ya wanna light to light fire
big arsonist blew to white fire
blast through ya home or blast to hit doors
cr-p like the cr-p table, canaan abel

i’m signed-out sinatra, galactic gallagher
metaphysical, sixteen calibur metallica
‘sane asylum shanker, big and little banker
punk mothaf-cka, bust a bank mothaf-cka, yeah n-gg-
we can go heads n-gg- you b-tches be hatin’ n-gg-
heard what i said n-gg-, lend me some bread n-gg-
keep ya chest bust like lead n-gg-s
the fed n-gg-, daz and fred n-gg-

kurupt young gotti, baby face capone
we on niastra, n-gg- on the microphone
never, never have i ever gave a f-ck
that n-gg- daz dillinger, fred, kurupt
and we do what the f-ck we want to just do
get what we got to get to get through
and we blast what we got blast to get ours
life of a gangsta in a world of stars

light what ya wanna light to light fire
big arsonist blew to white fire
do what the f-ck you want to do too
get what ya got to get to get through
through, just do it, don’t stop

all my n-gg-s on the north side
getcha money right away
all my n-gg-s on the south side
let ’em know that you don’t play
an’ say, them n-gg-s on the east side
ain’t some n-gg-s you contest
unless you stuck up in a time-warp
you all ready know about the west

they say, them n-gg-s on the north side
keep tabs on they skrill
all my n-gg-s on the south side
try to make anotha meal
all my n-gg-s on the east side
make million dollar bills
all my n-gg-s on the west side
been doin’ this fo’ years

throw ya mothaf-ckin’ hands up somebody
throw ya mothaf-ckin’ hood up somebody
what dem n-gg-s do, they ride
what dem n-gg-s do, they ride, ride
throw ya mothaf-ckin’ hands up somebody
throw ya mothaf-ckin’ hood up somebody
what dem n-gg-s do, they ride
what dem n-gg-s do, they ride, ride

mac, young gotti, f-ck the world n-gg-
daz dillinger, fredwreck, dogg pound, l.a. life
f-cka on beach world, 30 enemies ’cause
they tryna murder you, you know who i’m talkin’ to n-gg-
2000, screech it on ’em, riders, real riders
dogg pound gangsta riders, hoodsies
f-ck ’em

- kurupt lyrics

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