G's Iz G's Remix (featuring Kurup, Xzibit, Snoop Dogg)

Who we got

We got Catash and Kuruption

What the f**k is yo' function

We got Catash and Kurupt

'Bout to f**k s**t up

I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best

What you got in yo' cup

Hennessey

Yeah yeah that make me tweak on beats

Tash be kickin' so much a*s I rock cleats on concrete

So get the pictuah

My rap style'll hit ya till ya move back

This ain't the kind of s**t that help Stella get her groove back

It's on co' uncle

Raps that keeps me flossin'

While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the Slausson

Swap

Pop that glock

Clock that knot

It's thin line between love and hate

What you got

Yo' motherf**kers is nerds

Yo Kurupt tell these n***as what the f**k you heard

Check it out

I heard it saggin' in bandanas

S**t to spit the leaves

Split like bananas

Poetical scanners

Make the crowd go banana'

Furious luxurious an' glamorous

B***hes and cameras

Experts

Impenetrability exerts

Burst a verse

And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks

Back in the day

Silently clashin'

Clash is

Throwin' towels in like passes

All I want to know is where the a*s is

If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle

I'm agile

You fragile

Glass and crystal

I'm priceless

The nicest

Yeah that's right

Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight

We got Catash and Kurupt

'Bout to f**k it up

I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best

What you got in yo' cup

Hennessey n***a

Yeah yeah oh yeah indeed

You know I got the Malibu

I got the orange w**d

We got Catash and Kurupt

'Bout to f**k it up

I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best

What you got in yo' cup

O E homey yeah

Oh yeah indeed

You know I got the hennessey

I got the orange w**d n***a

'Cause bustas is bustas an' gs is gs

But ain't nobody f**kin' 'round wit' emcees like these

Somebody buck this n***a' keys

This lil' punk must be drunk

I let that n***a hit my w**d

He walked away wit' my blunt

And that's a no no loco

So it's one way to settle this

You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto est gold medalist

Tash got a rough rambunction in the function

Yo this s**t ain't even fear

It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins

So let that n***a slide

He too wide eyed to hide it

Tash'll slap his a*s so hard

I'll leave his afro lopsided

You got it

Good

Tell your boyz 'n' the hood

My style's a work of art

It's like I carved it from wood

I'm often misunderstood 'cause my style is freaky deaky

Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than Zest

Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' s**t ain't tight

Nighty night

Yo Catash tell these n***as who they got tonight

Rum 'n' coke

Gin 'n' juice

Olde English Eight hundred

Yeah that's my brand

Drink it in a cold forty ounce or a can

Quickly be on ritzy 'cause he down to blast

If you got it I'm 'a get it

Ya heard me homey

I'm O G

I swerve and dip slowly homey

Easily I approach

This bustah a*s n***a fi'n' to blaze this roach

Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin

It's already cocked so I'm like f**k it then

You's a b***h and that's all you'll be

An' I don't give a f**k to let a n***a hear it from me

You got calibers I got cali co

You got Teflon I got napalm

I'm gangstain' it up

Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash

Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' a*s

Yeah n***as

Kurupt young gotti

Tash wha's crackin'

You know

Same s**t different toilet

Put it down my n***a from the west coast

Kurupt：dogg pound gangsta

But hold up man

While we in this muthaf**kah let me give a shout out to my n***a King

Tee

The whole Likwit crew

Only bad b***hes allowed

Oh what

Only bad b***hes

It's a gangsta party

Alkaholik gathering muthaf**kah punk

Alkaholiks DPG