[{"id":40016860,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question (Instrumental)","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question (Instrumental)","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Ask Yourself a Question / Ho's a Housewife (Remix)","duration":288.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question (Instrumental)\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Ask Yourself a Question / Ho's a Housewife (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":28748730,"name":"Ho's a Housewife (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Ho's a Housewife (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Ask Yourself a Question / Ho's a Housewife (Remix)","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stitch sew cut pull\nStitch sew cut and pull\nStitch sew cut pull\nStitch sew cut and pull\nStitch sew cut pull\nStitch sew cut and pull\nStitch sew cut pull\nStitch sew cut and pull\n\nHah hah\nHah hah\nHah hah\nHah hah\n\n80 degrees, hemmed by reveries\nIron out saudade and wrinkles unfold\nOff-grain fabric tells a different tale\nTailored frequencies need to be repaired\n\nSeven a.m is when the station plays its sounds\nListening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place\nScissors separate the yellow from the white\nGood morning, small-town listeners\n\nThimbles coat my fingers\nFeed dogs are jamming up\nThe thread comes in tangles\nI see such pretty things\n\nFM comes in different colors, I believe\nIn the sewing machine, I've lost myself\nMemories inside my heart are there to grieve\nColor-coded by the love he gave to me\n\nAh, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio\nPressing spotted fabric on an ironing board\nLosing bobbins under tables, is it so?\nEvery day, it feels like seams are more than torn\n\nButtoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots\nHand-sew everything with kind intention\nLiquid sound waves pour from my eyes\nMy heart cries out to you in desperation\n\nSeven a.m is when the station plays its sounds\nListening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place\nUnmistakably, he'll return alive\nHis colors ought to show again\n\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nblue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n\nBlack and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\nBlue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors i should see\n\nFM comes in different colors, I believe\nIn the sewing machine, I've lost myself\nMemories inside my heart are there to grieve\nColor-coded by the love he gave to me\n\nAh, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio\nPressing spotted fabric on an ironing board\nLosing bobbins under tables, is it so?\nEvery day, it feels like seams are more than torn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ho's a Housewife (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Ask Yourself a Question / Ho's a Housewife (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stitch sew cut pull\n  Stitch sew cut and pull\n  Stitch sew cut pull\n  Stitch sew cut and pull\n  Stitch sew cut pull\n  Stitch sew cut and pull\n  Stitch sew cut pull\n  Stitch sew cut and pull\n\n  Hah hah\n  Hah hah\n  Hah hah\n  Hah hah\n\n  80 degrees, hemmed by reveries\n  Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold\n  Off-grain fabric tells a different tale\n  Tailored frequencies need to be repaired\n\n  Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds\n  Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place\n  Scissors separate the yellow from the white\n  Good morning, small-town listeners\n\n  Thimbles coat my fingers\n  Feed dogs are jamming up\n  The thread comes in tangles\n  I see such pretty things\n\n  FM comes in different colors, I believe\n  In the sewing machine, I've lost myself\n  Memories inside my heart are there to grieve\n  Color-coded by the love he gave to me\n\n  Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio\n  Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board\n  Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?\n  Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn\n\n  Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots\n  Hand-sew everything with kind intention\n  Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes\n  My heart cries out to you in desperation\n\n  Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds\n  Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place\n  Unmistakably, he'll return alive\n  His colors ought to show again\n\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in\n\n  Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and\n  Blue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors i should see\n\n  FM comes in different colors, I believe\n  In the sewing machine, I've lost myself\n  Memories inside my heart are there to grieve\n  Color-coded by the love he gave to me\n\n  Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio\n  Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board\n  Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?\n  Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn\n"},{"id":4506761,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kurupts Greatest: Greatest Hits, Vol. 1","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Dr. Dre\nKurupt:\nCheck it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M 16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust  treacherous\nIllustrious  homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question  nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glock it\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nthat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\nChorus:\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\nWhat you want to do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\noff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\nChorus (Dre)\nDre:\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nkill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (???) without the (???)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\nChorus\nKurupt:\nwhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: 'Kurupts Greatest: Greatest Hits, Vol. 1'\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Dr. Dre\n  Kurupt:\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M 16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust  treacherous\n  Illustrious  homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question  nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glock it\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  that I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n  Chorus:\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\n  What you want to do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n  Chorus (Dre)\n  Dre:\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n  Chorus\n  Kurupt:\n  what, what?\n"},{"id":32302858,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kuruption! Disc 1","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Dr. Dre\nKurupt:\nCheck it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M 16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust  treacherous\nIllustrious  homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question  nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glock it\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nthat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\nChorus:\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\nWhat you want to do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\noff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\nChorus (Dre)\nDre:\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nkill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (???) without the (???)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\nChorus\nKurupt:\nwhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kuruption! Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Dr. Dre\n  Kurupt:\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M 16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust  treacherous\n  Illustrious  homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question  nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glock it\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  that I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n  Chorus:\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\n  What you want to do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n  Chorus (Dre)\n  Dre:\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n  Chorus\n  Kurupt:\n  what, what?\n"},{"id":22063388,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kuruption! (Disc1) [West Coast]","duration":287.0179999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M-16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust, treacherous\nIllustrious, homie don't question us\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question, nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n\nI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glutton\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nThat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (?) without the (?)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kuruption! (Disc1) [West Coast]\n  duration_ms: 287018\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (?) without the (?)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What, what?\n"},{"id":10636614,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kuruption!","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M-16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust, treacherous\nIllustrious, homie don't question us\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question, nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n\nI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glutton\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nThat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (?) without the (?)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kuruption!\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (?) without the (?)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What, what?\n"},{"id":11418016,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Who Ride Wit Us: Kurupt’s Greatest Hits","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M-16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust, treacherous\nIllustrious, homie don't question us\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question, nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n\nI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glutton\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nThat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (?) without the (?)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: 'Who Ride Wit Us: Kurupt’s Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (?) without the (?)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What, what?\n"},{"id":34488872,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kuruption! {West Coast Disc}","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Dr. Dre\nKurupt:\nCheck it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M 16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust  treacherous\nIllustrious  homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question  nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glock it\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nthat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\nChorus:\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\nWhat you want to do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\noff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\nChorus (Dre)\nDre:\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nkill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (???) without the (???)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\nChorus\nKurupt:\nwhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kuruption! {West Coast Disc}\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Dr. Dre\n  Kurupt:\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M 16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust  treacherous\n  Illustrious  homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question  nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glock it\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  that I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n  Chorus:\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\n  What you want to do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n  Chorus (Dre)\n  Dre:\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n  Chorus\n  Kurupt:\n  what, what?\n"},{"id":29212027,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kurupts Greatest Hits Vol. 1","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Dr. Dre\nKurupt:\nCheck it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M 16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust  treacherous\nIllustrious  homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question  nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glock it\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nthat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\nChorus:\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\nWhat you want to do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\noff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\nChorus (Dre)\nDre:\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nkill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (???) without the (???)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\nChorus\nKurupt:\nwhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kurupts Greatest Hits Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Dr. Dre\n  Kurupt:\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M 16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust  treacherous\n  Illustrious  homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question  nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glock it\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  that I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n  Chorus:\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\n  What you want to do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n  Chorus (Dre)\n  Dre:\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n  Chorus\n  Kurupt:\n  what, what?\n"},{"id":28699986,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kurupts Greatest","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Dr. Dre\nKurupt:\nCheck it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M 16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust  treacherous\nIllustrious  homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question  nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glock it\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nthat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\nChorus:\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\nWhat you want to do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\noff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\nChorus (Dre)\nDre:\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nkill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (???) without the (???)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\nChorus\nKurupt:\nwhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kurupts Greatest\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Dr. Dre\n  Kurupt:\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M 16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust  treacherous\n  Illustrious  homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question  nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glock it\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  that I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n  Chorus:\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\n  What you want to do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n  Chorus (Dre)\n  Dre:\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n  Chorus\n  Kurupt:\n  what, what?\n"},{"id":28430889,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt","albumName":"Kuruption! (West Coast)","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Dr. Dre\nKurupt:\nCheck it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M 16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust  treacherous\nIllustrious  homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question  nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'ma glock it\nPistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nthat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\nChorus:\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\nWhat you want to do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\noff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\nOn a creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\nChorus (Dre)\nDre:\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky,\nkill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on daily things\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nSo (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the (???) without the (???)\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\nChorus\nKurupt:\nwhat, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kuruption! (West Coast)\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Dr. Dre\n  Kurupt:\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts  a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M 16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust  treacherous\n  Illustrious  homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question  nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious  and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'ma glock it\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  that I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n  Chorus:\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers want to fuck with us\n  What you want to do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.\n  On a creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n  Chorus (Dre)\n  Dre:\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky,\n  kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on daily things\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n  Chorus\n  Kurupt:\n  what, what?\n"},{"id":31074411,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt; Dr. Dre","albumName":"Kuruption!","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M-16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust, treacherous\nIllustrious, homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question, nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'm a glutton\nPistol popping activist with the key to the button\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side you glance\nI'm in my G-Boy stance\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nThat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n... Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt; Dr. Dre\n  album: Kuruption!\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'm a glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the button\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side you glance\n  I'm in my G-Boy stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  ... Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... What, what?\n"},{"id":17785180,"name":"Ask Yourself A Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself A Question","artistName":"Kurupt / Dr. Dre","albumName":"Kuruption! {West Coast Disc}","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M-16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust, treacherous\nIllustrious, homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question, nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'm a glutton\nPistol popping activist with the key to the button\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side you glance\nI'm in my G-Boy stance\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nThat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n... Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question\n  artist: Kurupt / Dr. Dre\n  album: Kuruption! {West Coast Disc}\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'm a glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the button\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side you glance\n  I'm in my G-Boy stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  ... Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... What, what?\n"},{"id":22743632,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question","artistName":"Kurupt & Dr. Dre","albumName":"Kuruption! CD1: The West Coast","duration":287.141156,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out\nHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\nAn M-16 with eighteen clips\nI'm all set to bust, treacherous\nIllustrious, homie don't question us\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question, nigga\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nI'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\nBitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\nI pop pistols, that's all I do\nI pop one at him and pop two at you\nI'm illusive, I'm a glutton\nPistol popping activist with the key to the button\nI rip your pockets of the side of your pants\nYou glare to the side you glance\nI'm in my G-Boy stance\nHow the fuck you make it this far?\nNo matter where you at, or who you are\nPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\nI hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\nJust from last night you can tell\nThat I'm addicted to the fast life\nShouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\nYou go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n... Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt & Dr. Dre\n  album: 'Kuruption! CD1: The West Coast'\n  duration_ms: 287141\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'm a glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the button\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side you glance\n  I'm in my G-Boy stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  ... Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... What, what?\n"},{"id":19615064,"name":"Ask Yourself a Question","trackName":"Ask Yourself a Question","artistName":"Kurupt feat. 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Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt feat. Dre, Dr.\n  album: Kuruption!\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'm a glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the button\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side you glance\n  I'm in my G-Boy stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  ... Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... 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Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question\n  artist: Kurupt feat. 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Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... 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Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself A Question (Feat. 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Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... 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Just ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\nWhat you wanna do, penetrate me?\nBump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\nI never thought a nigga would trip\nOff a little piece of ass that he know he could get\nAny day (any day) and any time (any time)\nYou'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\nFish and chips, chips and dip\nFuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\nI'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\nA.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\nSubstance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\nOn the creep homie, wake up\nDon't sleep homie, supposed to know it\nLook, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\nDon't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\n\nWhat the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\nYou gotta put your pistol to the sky\nKill a million motherfuckers and get high\nIn order to be cool cool\nMan, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\nI thought the same way, back in the days\nYoung, with a lack on Dayton Danes\nNever thought too much, homie, never trip\nI got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\nLook out for them niggaz out to get you\nIt's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n(Get your pistol nigga)\nNiggaz get swallowed in the game\nI cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\nYo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\nDon't blaze the indica without the top with it\nNiggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\nWith the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\nWiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\nWith the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\nMotherfucker don't ask me for shit\nFuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many hoes can I fuck in one night?\nJust ask yourself the question\nHow many niggaz can I blast on sight?\nJust ask yourself the question\nIs it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\nJust ask yourself the question\nI don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n... What, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ask Yourself a Question (feat. Dr. Dre)\n  artist: Kurupt\n  album: Kuruption!\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check it out\n  Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss\n  An M-16 with eighteen clips\n  I'm all set to bust, treacherous\n  Illustrious, homie don't question us\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question, nigga\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga\n  Bitches wear skirts, shake ass at work\n  I pop pistols, that's all I do\n  I pop one at him and pop two at you\n  I'm illusive, I'm a glutton\n  Pistol popping activist with the key to the button\n  I rip your pockets of the side of your pants\n  You glare to the side you glance\n  I'm in my G-Boy stance\n  How the fuck you make it this far?\n  No matter where you at, or who you are\n  People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar\n  I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car\n  Just from last night you can tell\n  That I'm addicted to the fast life\n  Shouts out to my homeboys Manu Quell\n  You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle\n\n  ... Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n\n  What you wanna do, penetrate me?\n  Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?\n  I never thought a nigga would trip\n  Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get\n  Any day (any day) and any time (any time)\n  You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork\n  Fish and chips, chips and dip\n  Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork\n  I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti\n  A.K.A. Little Ricky nigga (what up momma?)\n  Substance-ula, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula\n  On the creep homie, wake up\n  Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it\n  Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga\n  Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight? (Nigga)\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n\n  What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch\n  You gotta put your pistol to the sky\n  Kill a million motherfuckers and get high\n  In order to be cool cool\n  Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)\n  I thought the same way, back in the days\n  Young, with a lack on Dayton Danes\n  Never thought too much, homie, never trip\n  I got drunk as fuck, the homies blazed sticks\n  Look out for them niggaz out to get you\n  It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with ya\n  (Get your pistol nigga)\n  Niggaz get swallowed in the game\n  I cock and bust hollows to paradox your frame\n  Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it\n  Don't blaze the indica without the top with it\n  Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches\n  With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom\n  Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons\n  With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons\n  Motherfucker don't ask me for shit\n  Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch\n\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many hoes can I fuck in one night?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  How many niggaz can I blast on sight?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?\n  Just ask yourself the question\n  I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us\n  ... What, what?\n"}]