For All My Niggaz And Bitches [explicit] Lyrics - The Lady Of Rage

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga 

See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga 

Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker) 

Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker) 

So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet 

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet 

Take it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm gonna 

Grab my strap then clear the corner, bitch!! 

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

And if you don't give a shit 

Like we don't give a shit 

Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air 

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

And if you don't give a fuck 

Like we don't give a fuck 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

Now on a one, two, three who could it be 

Coming with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three 

So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up 

And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up 

Now can't nobody see me here or there 

Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground 

'cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe 

With the beat flossing off gold D's 

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean 

And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap 

In your ass, for getting us all fucked up 

Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs 

Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hogs 

(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all 

Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball 

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this 

Now how many bitches must get dick? 

Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day 

Ya never ever thought I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre 

Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half 

Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass 

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

And if you don't give a shit 

Like we don't give a shit 

Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air 

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

And if you don't give a fuck 

Like we don't give a fuck 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a you-turn quick 

So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick 

The kinpin of the clique, top notch 

17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop 

The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to serve 

The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest 

I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we 

Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavy 

Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac 

(plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks 

Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt 

Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up 

Slow your roll, like your legs was broken 

Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? 

Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe 

Running em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row 

Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving it 

They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering 

(Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah 

(Niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows) 

(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich 

(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched) 

(Drop to your knees like a dog in heat) 

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques 

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

And if you don't give a shit 

Like we don't give a shit 

Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air 

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

And if you don't give a fuck 

Like we don't give a fuck 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown 

Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down 

And that's 175 pounds of beed 

Beating yo' ass down to the concrete 

Fool, act like ya know 

I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so 

What's a girl to do 

Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do? 

Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care 

(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga) 

About nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch 

(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga) 

That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my 

(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga) 

The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know why? 

(Real niggaz don't give a fuck) 

To all my bitches and my niggas 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

To all my bitches and my niggas 

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air 

To all my bitches and my niggas 

And if you don't give a shit 

Like we don't give a shit 

Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air