Can’t Go Wrong - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear

Let off – tase the front, middle, and rear

Switches couldn't switch like these switches today

Just to sit, sip, and slip off in all of the ways

That there is for cheers; peers and theres jeers

Cokes drippin' off juice and gins

As a matter of fact, it takes a matter of fact

To duplicate the great, y'all get played like a sax,

Trumpet, or trombone...

Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone

If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home

Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' off ten to the dome

It don't quit (Don't quit), it don't stop (Don't stop)

Let the beat knock (The beat knock)

Pull up at the spot (The spot... spot...)

In a drop top (Drop top...), gettin' what I got (Got...) – I just...

[Hook: Butch Cassidy]

Can't go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs

Don't give a damn, on the real, I'll say just what I feel

Don't matter what you say – I'll never stop, I'll bust all day

No time for delay, I'll do it my way

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

(Kurupt, what up?) I'ma drop 'til it's clear

In these ravines and ponds, it's Vietnam time

Tossin' C-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"

Dippin' through, comin' like "Ay!"

Don't expect nothin' less, D's gleam on the tre

All night and all day, it's the best in the 2001 SS

It's the prince of the West

I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much

I ain't even really trippin'

It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and

Someone like you with the biggest mouth to put a dick in

Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment

Shifted, drifted, different, uplifted

Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me Paul Vitti

With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall

With Young Roscoe, you fool and hostile

I just tuck my roscoe, the Apostle's colossal, I...

[Hook: Butch Cassidy, (Kurupt)]

Can't go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs

(Just don't stop)

Don't give a damn, on the real, I'll say just what I feel

(Bounce them switches)

Don't matter what you say – I'll never stop, I'll bust all day

('Cause I'ma bust all day, all night)

No time for delay, I'll do it my way (Yeah!)

[Verse 3: DJ Quik]

Yes...

1, 2 – fuck wit' my crew

And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue (Hmph)

3, 4 – look at that whore

With the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door

The reason that I'm here: Kurupt done bought the beer

I'm a lush, lookin' for the kush

Lookin' for the bush to push and mush back

I'd hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a douche bag

No, must've been the coochie with hair that's pushed back

In a bun lookin' fun

Gettin' silly with my celly from Philly

Brought to you by way of 2-1's

We smuggle in and out of the place our two guns

Courtesy of Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabos (Yup)

We stab hoes in the bladder, actin' mad with them mad hoes (Get out!)

Yeah... (Look here!)

We started this pussy shit (No shit)

And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get? Come on!

[Hook: Butch Cassidy]

Can't go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs

Don't give a damn, on the real, I'll say just what I feel

Don't matter what you say – I'll never stop, I'll bust all day

No time for delay, I'll do it my way

Can't go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs

Don't give a damn, on the real, I'll say just what I feel

Don't matter what you say – I'll never stop, I'll bust all day

No time for delay, I'll do it my way

[Segue to "On, Onsite": Xzibit]

Aight, y'all – this a mothafuckin' public service announcement

From Mr. X To Tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit

My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around

Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit' my homboy

And see what's up wit' me, nigga – "Is he this? Is he that?"

Nigga, I'm a mothafuckin' killa, and it's like this, nigga

If I had a dollar fo' every time you bitch ass niggas came around and didn't do shit –

I'd be a billionaire right now

Put up or shut up, mothafuckas, it's like this – it's on, onsite

{*Xzibit shrieking*}