On Me-Kurupt

On Me - Kurupt Yo, if rappin' was a b**ch you'd have no p**sy Maybe tongue kissin', but still no p**sy Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy Suppa so busy cockin' the four fizzy Mad 'cause, I'm too fly and I pumped your ho Crushed your flow you got jealous club me for I sensed the hate, I used my optical You was too close around when I pocket doe First came the wishin', then came the bitchin' Wanna know the secrets comin' from the kitchen I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken I'll bust a bad ho, nigger take your pickin' Like a slut callin' b**ches on my cell phone But my b**ches, try to take my fly b**ches I ain't just trippin', I can't trust niggas who ain't us? Bringin' niggas who can't bust I'm A+ wid it, I'm anxious to crush ya Half tustla mixed with you just a busta B**ch a** niggas get me rich fast quicka Now don't tricka this supa a** kicka Why do you hate on me? 'Cause I don't be trippin' off you My image is stuck on G Try to f**k with me this year Get the 'beep' outta here I'm so up on my sh*t These b**ches ain't gettin' my grip So I still remain a G But why do you hate on me? How you gone hate on me? And I'm that ni**a That ride beats smoother than Ron Isley Talkin' bout f**k Damani but steady eyein' me Steady tryin' to see how good sex with me could be Why won't you let me f**k? And I'm the best thing goin', and you the best thing hoin' Plus we got you on tape givin' head in slow motion Undercover ho's be real soft spoken, why would you slash my tire? And I got stock in Goodyear, b**ch I'm all good year Tryin' to f**k up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears Dark skin, go tee with no beard I change ho's like I change clothes Young devil in the city o' angels Keep it ghetto like cups with staples Live from L.A. gettin' head from Rachel, now Why do you hate on me? 'Cause I don't be trippin' off you My image is stuck on G Try to f**k with me this year Get the 'beep' outta here I'm so up on my sh*t These b**ches ain't gettin' my grip So I still remain a G But why do you hate on me? Why do b**ches blow dicks? I don't know that But I can tell you dis, you simple trick Now you get it all you want We roll joints we don't f**k with blunts, f**k a blunt now Some niggas is worse than ho's Holdin' somethin' on your chest let it go I'll make a b**ch blow balls like a ball and sing that song, but naked Most o' y'all niggas be break and hatin' records The most hatin' done in 8.5 seconds Why you hatin' Snoopy, you hate Nate and hate me Why you hatin' stupid and hatin' on Warren G Why you hatin' Rasco, why you hate Damani 'Cause he wanna f**k Armani and don't wear Armani Hatin' Gondee and hatin' Tredee, Tredee is like f**k' em If they hatin the G, f**k y'all Why do you hate on me? 'Cause I don't be trippin' off you My image is stuck on G Try to f**k with me this year Get the 'beep' outta here I'm so up on my sh*t These b**ches ain't gettin' my grip So I still remain a G But why do you hate on me?