2 Turntables And A Microphone

[Intro] All we do is smoke weed, bang oldies, make money Nigga you can’t forget about the money Oh oh I couldn’t forget about makin the money Hell nah What’s crackin I’m DJ Crazy Toones This another motherfuckin blog What up mister Chad Luke And we’d like to say nah nah straight up Of course this is real hip hop Check it out y’all Make some noise for Kurupt Nigga Nigga Kurupt Nigga I flipped the style up and DJ’d with it DJ crazy Toones bringin you hip hip hop Kurupt We are Hip Hip Hop [Verse 1] Millimeters, two 9s, doubles a couple chevys Heavy duty on my hood duty I’m packed up and ready Eh! Toones tell em quit it Forget it before they feel it Murder mashes loose in the building Nigga feelin like Hacklers get to hackling Card hacklin, jackle ass niggas End up receptacles let us go If you wanna get technical nigga let us know Caz technically, unexpectedly, we injecting ya pride I don’t need a tech to me sticking nigga like techno shots It take two to make a thing go right You ain't never lied Serial murder mind set, I set off the time More time in space eclipse wait concentrate [Chorus] Hello I am DPGC Rock tha house, Kurupt young Gotti Hello are you guys ready for some lyrics Yup, yup, check yo self [Verse 2] We ain't all about gang banging Hang, slanging, remaining a mental cell Disdained frame of explaining my mental dwells refraining from acceleration Unable to excel to please me it takes more It takes more banging’s too easy 5 niggas around me 7 niggas that hound me Hard to get around seeing 10 or 12 following me to fail Following men that fail Following the minute fails Now can you pay attention long enough for intervention to settle In, to a whole nother infinitive level Or should I get the shovel out early And start shoveling opening up a space For all ya homies to settle in Maybe it’s just the fact that me and Toones is over it We ready for that next level we full over bubbling The party just popped is that where it’s crackin Put Toones on the table and let’s just see what happens 5 seconds later Kurupt is ready for action Poisonous poetry, positive satisfaction Happens every time Kurupt is filling these rhymes Either these rhymes are too far fetched to catch at times Or you just can’t catch up or you either just ain't try’n Either way I gotta explain mines Line for line It’s hard to comprehend, meditation, concentration, immobilization It’s hard to move up outta the way rhyme spray like cade The hold sound barrier’s caved in Trust me don’t play mind games or try to touch me I’m lava, I’m magma I don’t need a magnum Revolver my problem solver’s up in cabin It’s 2 turntables and a microphone Don’t rush me trust me rhymes pierce the mind like chrome Check it, classic rosetta james And cadillac records but we still hood We’ll break ya jaw if you disrespect us So the best thing to do my nigga is don’t disrespect it Caz life is short like Newport, cancer infected Hit this nigga up top a the head They all Wait hold on mayne, these niggas ain't ready [Chorus]