Something's Gon' Make Me Smack This Bitch

[Intro: Kurupt] All you despicable bitches It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man And I got somethin' to say to all you Despicable, bitches, Black Knights What ya'll think about them hoes? What ya'll got to say about all these hoes? Bitch, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights [Chorus: all (Kurupt)] Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Bitch, make me rich) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Bitch, you bitch, you bitch) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Yeah bitch, won't you make me rich?) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch) [Crisis] Could it be, I'm pissy drunk wit Monk, comin' home at sunrise Wit a reputation of fuckin' hoes the first night Plus ya first page came at 12:35 Never returned a call, so duplicate 'bout 30 times So now you talkin' loud, actin' wild, showin' out Hoppin' all in my face, talkin' bout it's goin' down You got the game fucked up, you better slow it down Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm I don't know what you been smokin' or sippin' on That got you trippin' on, a nigga, but you flippin' on A nigga at the wrong time, cuz I ain't on one, I'm on nine Shots of Henny straight, no rocks, look I know it's your spot But I ain't in no mood for attitude, bitch, where's ya gratitude? [Doc Doom] Trick, I'm tired of you always flippin' the script Every time a nigga out, you think I'm trickin' my dick? I kick ya ass if catch you keyin' my whip Trick, I'm not of the niggas that you used to fuck wit Like the nigga Reese you burned wit a pot of hot grease While he was 'sleep, you would of been dead if that was me That's on the Black Knights Gang, it ain't a small time thang I got a wife at the tilt, you just my part time game [Chorus: all (Kurupt)] Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Yeah bitch, bitch, make me rich) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (I'm quick to tell a bitch to eat up a dick) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (I'll slap the shit outta goofy ass bitch) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (A goofy, stupid, groupie, bitch) [Monk] It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an attitude for nothin' Frontin' like she mad and shit, on some stupid shit I hear the hot shit, pump ya brakes, I'm not in the mood Relax bitch, you trippin', losin' ya cool For the price of an argument, to fuck up my high Fuck up my day, it ain't goin' down that way Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo ass (bitch!) Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash Don't give a fuck, roll wit my niggas, Bar Mitzvah slut Phones stay off the hook, now ya ass is fed up Disrespect my click like we don't keep it crunk Stay in ya place and keep ya ass outta my shoes Hit the road bitch, if you can't follow the rules, so what you choose? [Crisis] It might be the P.M.S., it might be the alcohol It might be the fact that the Black Knights about to ball [All (Kurupt)] Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Bitch, bitch, make me rich) [Monk] It could be the naggin', it could be the braggin' It could be the fact she hatin', cuz the nights splashin' [All (Kurupt)] Something's gon' make smack this bitch (There bitch, you gots to skitz kadaf, it) [Doc Doom] You short on chips, runnin' her lips Don't wanna share the pussy wit the rest of the click, but [All (Kurupt)] Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Yeah I know that bitch, that bitch ain't shit) [S. Man] I fuck hoes for the squirtin' any season African, Korean, European, Polynesian No further reason to lessen my capacity From the scrotum, cuz the nut gush it gradually I'm S-man, tastefully delicious Spittin' my game, gracefully, the bitches I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter 380, concealin' 'Gnac, pussy beater Bitch bring a heater if it's cold outside (bi-atch!) You better walk if I want at to ride (bi-atch!) Fly like a bird if you wanna be free Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me Ain't no stoppin' me, from gettin' this pussy for free Cuz pussy's made to be poked, don't be afraid of the stroke [Warcloud] Now I'm big Warcloud from the L.A. streets Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete I crack a crystal coconut, cruisin' wit a silly bitch Smellin' like cigarette, high, we drove by Apple martini's and tic tac, forget that She's wearin' so much make-up, if I slap her, her face will shatter Riffraff fiddle sticks, Huck Finn the lawyer I make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer Dirty, beggy Thatcher, I'm great like Joe DiMaggio I used to write books by a soda pop and the Cosby Show I push a girl down real hard and watch him laugh His smile so twisted the world will feel the draft Young, and the Rocky just shootin' at tin cans Goofy bitch said something that made me mad (bitch!) Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves, so love I smack you like a toucan, swattin' a turtle dove (goofy bitch) [Chorus: All (Kurupt)] Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Yeah, I'mma end up puttin' somethin' in this bitch right here) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Oh man you see that bitch over there) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Say bitch, don't you owe me some bread) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, give me some head) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (I ain't got money for you, nigga) Something's gon' make me smack this bitch (Bitch, shut up, shut up, bitch) [Outro: Kurupt] I know you bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't never been nothin' If you was a quarter, bitch, you already broken down to a penny You bitch, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread 'For I slap the wig off of ya