[Kurupt]
  The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
  Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear
  Switches couldn't swith
  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 math-ical fact
  And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
  Trumpet to trombone...
  Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
  If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
  Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on
  It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock
  Pull up at the spot, in a drop top
  Gettin' what I got, I just
    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
  No time fo' da game, I do it my way
    [DJ Quik]
  Kurupt, what up
    [Kurupt]
  I'ma drop 'til it's clear
  And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
  Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"
  Dippin' through, comin' like ay!
  Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
  All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S
  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 wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in
  Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
  Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted
  Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
  With the skirts from Tahiti
  Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe
  You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe
  Dump fossils, colossal, I
    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt)]
  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
  (Just don't stop)
  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
  (Bounce them switches)
  Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
  ('Cause I'ma bust all day)
  No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)
    [DJ Quik]
  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'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush
  Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag
  No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back
  In a bun lookin' fun
  Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy
  Brought to you by way or two buns
  We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
  Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
  We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes
  Get out! yeah! look here!
  We started this pussy shit, no shit
  And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon
    [Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy]
  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
  Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
  No time fo' da game, I do it my way
    [Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit]
  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
    [Xzibit scrieking]