DJ Quik & Kurupt - BlaQKout lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt] Yeah (yeah) This is one of those when you put it together You make gumbo (gumbo) you dig? (I dig) I mean how can you go wrong? DJ Quik on the beat, Kurupt Young Gotti on the mic DJ Quik on the mic, I mean How can you go wrong? Yes [Verse 1: DJ Quik] I'm a hit you right off of the intro I don't need rap, I'm a pimp So I'm conflicted Cause I can't put hoes on the track, that's contradictin' And even though I don't win no Grammys I still get love in the streets, from the pappys and mammys I'll be damned they ain't family They treat me like I flunked out of Grambling But they happy that I went on a scholarship, God damn me I know you love me if you feel this I'm not a rapper, I'm a realist And I came back just to get you on track like metro Set the stage on fire, gallon of petrol - get it all! Patron shots got me gettin drunk, want to hit it all Rap music filled with shock and awe I know you love Quik cause I'm rockin y'all Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all Yeah This feel so Crenshaw right now This feelin right here is kinda takin me back to 1995 Such a familiar feeling, glad to be here! [Verse 2: Kurupt] Ay I'm with'chu big homey! Me? I was born to be a G Different situations bring out a different me Soliloquies of get sh** spit spastically I put that on my life, my wife, my kids and the streets I'm a rise; this shouldn't come as a surprise Open up your mind body soul and your eyes I improve, intertwine, improvise Impatient at some times when I grind When I BlaQKout, my thoughts is my eyes But I can see e'rything in sight like they lied You might not like this, you might not care I might tell you somethin you don't really wanna hear I plan to take a couple of you n***as on a journey You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney Gargantuan, cannon co*ker BLAKA, BLAKA, BLAKA Motherf**er Kurupt a couple percussions Pa**ed around like "8Ball" when Eric was alive Step up in the club, and take a look inside And BlaQKout