[Kurupt (Drunken Master) {Both}]
"Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh."
("Yeah, ^!$$%. Uh. Uh.")

"You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta
Assassin. Numba one."
("Drunkenstyle, baby. C'mon.")

"Huh? It's like this, homie."

We don't stop. We pop glocks

We got nots. We clock knocks
I bust shots. I'm raw dog
Kurupt's a hog. O-G for the dogs!


"Uh! Uh. It's like that, ch'all!"
("It's goin' down. Let's get some freestyle %#@! in here.")

"Y-Y-Yeah! It's like that, ^!$$%."

All my gangbangin' homeboys throw it up. I'ma blow it up

Make the spot flame. You don't know my name?
I'ma tell ya somethin', homie. You know the game?
I don't got no strain, no type of stress

I protects myself wit' the Smif-to the-Wes
Westside, ^!$$%. Rida for life!
Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife

And d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though
Drop ^!$$%s down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time
When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it's nice

Ignite mics, homie. I'm cold as ice
and I'm percise like shots at point blank
These ^!$$%s wanna come through? They get ganked!

My homeboy Drunken Master said,
{'Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust 'em}
{Leave that !@$( dead, ^!$$%.'}

So indeed I had to @@#! my heat
Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat
Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed

Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head
I'ma leave 'em all dead and you heard what I said
Make 'em bleed 'til they bled, when you see me in red,

^!$$%, best believe I'm bleedin'
'cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it's true,
it's true. And, ^!$$%, what I do is I ride

Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, ^!$$%
My heart pounds, everybody lay it down
You look around. Bustin' everybody on the ground

and if you got money, I'm in your pockets. Strip 'em off
I get it right. (*##$es get it off
the sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed

Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed
Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z,
and my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P

Now we don't stop. We pop glocks
("It's all your fault.")
We clock knocks. Rock non-stop

("No hoe, no salt.")
You just a (*##$ and (*##$es eat dick,
also you know that (*##$es ain't %#@!

See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime
I'm one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line
A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me

K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C

[Drunken Master]

Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin' cash wit' Kurupt and Daz
It ain't my fault if I blast on yo' busta $$#
Drunkenstyle, ^!$$%, time to put it down

Professional Chedda Chasers ridin' wit' Tha Dogg Pound
Bustin' off shots, headed for the weed spot
On your block bumpin' underground Pac, ^!$$%

Pissy drunk, don't make me pop the trunk
Ayyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the blunt
so we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin' (*##$es

Drunken Master on the road to the riches
Snitches catch slugs when they ride down my block
Ayyo, Kurupt, tell these ^!$$%s what you got


[Kurupt (Kurupt's voice sampled)]
I got sixteen motha$#&@in' M-16's
Fifteen nine millimeters with beams
Fifteen motha$#&@in' MACK-11's

and mini-macks too, ^!$$%. (*##$ little ^!$$%
Punk motha$#&@a
(B-(*##$ little ^!$$%. Punk-
punk motha$#&@a. B-(*##$ little ^!$$%
(*##$ little-(*##$ little-(*##$ little ^!$$%

Punk motha$#&@a. B-(*##$ little ^!$$%
(*##$ little-(*##$ little-(*##$ little ^!$$%)