Kurupt & Masta Killa Rabbit (feat. Mac Shawn 100)
[Intro: Kurupt & Masta Killa]
Wow, yeah
[Chorus: Kurupt & Mac Shawn 100]
I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
[Bridge: Kurupt, Mac Shawn 100 & Masta Killa]
I said; Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Wu-Tang, Dogg Pound
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Look, look, look (Dogg Pound)
[Verse 1: Masta Killa & Kurupt]
Hoppin, stop it, hop on like a rabbit
Will I cock the .45?
If they want it, let 'em have it
I'm late up in the cut and I call Kurupt (What's up?)
These fools out here been acting up
We 'bout to flip, line them
Hit them for his grip while I'm parked around the corner
Now I'm on another mission
You wishing upon a star
DPG, Wu-Tang is who we are (Yeah)
[Bridge: Kurupt & Mac Shawn 100]
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da (And it's on)
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Vietnam has formed the beginning of the storm
Now you know it's on, what thе f..ck you niggas on?
Once upon a time not long ago
I had a bad-ass bitch and a bad-ass hoe (Uh-huh)
And all I wantеd to do was get just as good
Dippin' through the neighborhood in each hood
Caskets mastered, everything's drastic
He doesn't smell plastic
You ain't gotta ask him to-
[Chorus: Kurupt & Mac Shawn 100]
Drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
Gangstas said it ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
[Verse 3: Kurupt & Masta Killa]
I put you in the mix (Mix)
Tricks are for kids (Kids)
These are the tricks, let me break it down like this
You don't want to be put on the list
Cause I can give you shells like a Christmas gift
I'll fold you, box you, rap you, ship you
DPG strong, killer bee swarms
Two legends that be cypher snipers when the beat's on
Kurupt past the microphone
I'll kill her till the beat's gone
[Bridge: Kurupt, Mac Shawn 100 & Masta Killa]
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da (And it's gone)
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da (And it's on)
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Yo, pass the bong
And it's on
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Yeah, hah, hah, hold the chrome
Da-da-da-da, da, da-da-da
Suckers, niggas
[Verse 4: Masta Killa & Kurupt]
[?] guns low
Hold your brain before your head explode from the overload
Feel the cold, keepin' the G to the OD
Paid in fear you can see legendary greatness
This how we make shit
Is this how you feel? For real?
Am I gonna have it feel? (How it feel)
When everybody get the whip appeal (Whip appeal)
Banana pill tucked and concealed
[Chorus: Kurupt & Mac Shawn 100]
I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
Right? I'm here to drop it, poppin'
Got him hoppin' like a rabbit (Tududum)
Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the fun (Tududum)
Hahaha
[Outro: Mac Shawn 100 & Kurupt]
This here is Mac Shawn 100
From the West Coast, doggy down-down
With Kurupt Young Gotti
Masta Killa, the Aura
The eighteenth letter, the God
You bet youa nd you do know that
Say, man, we rockin' and rollin', right?
All the way from the East to the West
And I am the best
Yeah, me now? Mac Shawn 100
Oh, man, I think, you know, I just wanted you
To talk to the people and give 'em that game
