Can’t Go Wrong

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kurupt] The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear Let off – tase the front, middle, and rear Switches couldn't switch like these switches today Just to sit, sip, and slip off in all of the ways That there is for cheers; peers and theres jeers Cokes drippin' off juice and gins As a matter of fact, it takes a 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' off 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 (The spot... spot...) Pull up at the spot (The spot... spot...) In a drop top (Drop top...), gettin' what I got (Got...) – I just... [Hook: Butch Cassidy] 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 [Verse 2: Kurupt] (Kurupt, what up?) I'ma 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 tre All night and all day, it's the best in the 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... [Hook: Butch Cassidy, (Kurupt)] 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'ma bust all day, all night) No time for delay, I'll do it my way (Yeah!) [Verse 3: DJ Quik] Yes... 1, 2 – fuck wit' my crew And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue (Hmph) 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'm a 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' mad with them mad hoes (Get out!) Yeah... (Look here!) We started this pussy shit (No shit) And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get? Come on! [Hook: Butch Cassidy] 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 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 [Segue 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 dollar fo' every time you bitch ass niggas came around and didn't do shit –  I'd be a billionaire right now Put up or shut up, mothafuckas, it's like this – it's on, onsite {*Xzibit shrieking*}