[Intro: Kurupt]      Check it out   Here's a penny for your thoughts    A nicklebag of bliss   An M-16 with eighteen clips   I'm all set to bust, treacherous   Illustrious, homie don't question us       Just ask yourself the question   How many hoes can I fuck in one night?   Just ask yourself the question, nigga   How many niggaz can I blast on sight?       [Verse One: Kurupt]      I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga   Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump   I pop pistols, that's all I do   I pop one at him and pop two at you   I'm illusive, I'ma glock it   Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket   I rip your pockets of the side of your pants   You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance   How the fuck you make it this far?   No matter where you at, or who you are   People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar   I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car   Just from last night you can tell   that I'm addicted to the fast life   Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell   You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle       [Chorus: Kurupt]      Just ask yourself the question   How many hoes can I fuck in one night?   Just ask yourself the question   How many niggaz can I blast on sight?   Just ask yourself the question   (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?   Just ask yourself the question   I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us       [Verse Two: Kurupt]      What you wanna do, penetrate me?   Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?   I never thought a nigga would trip   off a little piece of ass that he know he could get   Any day (any day) and any time (any time)   You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork   Fish and chips, chips and dip   Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork   I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti   A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)   Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.   On a creep homie, wake up   Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it   Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga   Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself       [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Kurupt]      Just ask yourself the question   How many hoes can I fuck in one night?   Just ask yourself the question   How many niggaz can I blast on sight?   Just ask yourself the question   (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?   Just ask yourself the question   I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us       [Verse Three: Dr. Dre]      What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch   You gotta put your pistol to the sky,   kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool   Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)   I thought the same way, back in the days   Young, with a lack on daily things   Never thought too much, homie, never trip   I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks   Look out for them niggaz out to catch us   So I'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)   Niggaz get swallowed in the game   I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame   Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it   Don't blaze the ??? without the top bullet   Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches   With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom   Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons   With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons   Motherfucker don't ask me for shit   Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch       [Chorus: Kurupt]      Just ask yourself the question   How many hoes can I fuck in one night?   Just ask yourself the question   How many niggaz can I blast on sight?   Just ask yourself the question   (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?   Just ask yourself the question   I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us       What, what?