Can't Go Wrong - DJ Quick, Nate Dogg, Kurupt

The reason that I’m here, I’mma drop 'til it’s clear

Let off… K'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