Kurupt, DJ Quik, Butch Cassidy - Can't Go Wrong lyrics

The reason that I'm here
I'mma drop 'til it's clear
Let offk's to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't switch like these
Switches a day just to sit and sippin' and
Dippin' all over the ways
That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes matter of fact
To duplicate the great
Y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet or trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome
Lettin' all ten to the dome it don't quit
(don't quit) , it don't stop (don't stop)
Let the beat knock (the beat knock)
Let the beat knock (the beat knock)
Pull up at the spot, pull up at the stop
In a drop top gettin' what I got, I just
Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through songs
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
Don't matter what you say, I'll never stop
I'll bust all day
No time for delay, I'll do it my way

(Kurupt, what up?) I'mma drop 'til it's clear
In these ravines and ponds, it's Vietnam time
Tossin' C notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"
Dippin' through, comin' like ay!
Don't expect nothin' less
D's gleam on the tray all night and all day
It's the best in a 2001 SS
It's the prince of the West
I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much
I ain't even really trippin'
It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and
Someone like you with the biggest mouth
To put a dick in most of y'all malfunction
Like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, uplifted
Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me Paul Vitti
With the skirts from Tahiti
Workin' at the mall
With young Roscoe, you fool and hostile
I just tuck my roscoe
The Apostle's colossal, i

Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through songs
(Just don't stop)
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
(Bounce them switches)
Don't matter what you say, I'll never stop
I'll bust all day
(Cause, I'mma bust all day)
No time for delay, I'll do it my way (yeah)

Yes 1, 2, fuck wit my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til
Ya body turn blue 3, 4, look at that whore
With the fat ass, but without the cash
Hit the door
The reason that I'm here: Kurupt
Done bought the beer
I'mma lush, lookin' for the kush
Lookin' for the bush to push and mush back
I'd hump the ho if she ain't
Been needin' a douche bag
No, must've been the coochie with
Hair that's pushed back in a bun lookin' fun
Gettin' silly with my celly from Philly
Brought to you by way of 2-1's
We smuggle in and out of
The place our two guns
Courtesy of Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabos, yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin'
Bad with the mad hoes
Get out! yeah! Look here!
We started this pussy shit (No shit)
And these the mothafuckin' hoes
We get? Come on!

Can't go wrong
Releasing all my thoughts through songs
Don't give a damn on the real
I'll say just what I feel
Don't matter what you say, I'll never stop
I'll bust all day
No time for delay, I'll do it my way

Aight y'all this a mothafuckin'
Public service announcement
From Mr x to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt
To all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around
Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see
What's up wit my homboy
And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this
Is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and
It's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every
Time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit
I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas
It's like this, it's on, onsite