Make that ass shake

[Verse 1: Kurupt] I got a fucked up habit for dumping and blasting Just picking on my niggers rolling around in the classroom Just making shit happen, tired of tripping It's time to start living Start enjoying the rhythm Forget, what I gave them , the joy in the rhythm I gave them what I give them, the joy in the rhythm I'm forced to come doing five fours You're trying to take anything my life's value t'wards Trying to beat Caesar in Rome? I roam It's my dominion, nigger, what I call home! [Chorus: Kurupt] You can live how you want to live, I don't give a fuck Nigger, bang how you want to bang, on who and when, what nigga And all you broads, I wanna see you shake something I want do something, rub you leg, your back, your stomach She looked me in my face, then she told me to my face There ain't nothing that she can't do to make her ass shake More than a handful'll make that ass shake Pussy popping back and forth, look at that ass shake [Verse 2: Kurupt] Fine, seductive, bad than a motherfucka Just the kind of girl I like to cuddle in this motherfucka She said anything got pleasured in this motherfucka I have to admit she said treasured in this motherfucka I know all she wants to do is get paid That pussy popped all up and down on me Make it pop, make it pop, make it pop! Take it off, take it off, take it off! Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up! Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off! I put on [?] and she let me grab her titties Bitch, don't you know I run this city? You better ask these niggers all about me And anything you think about me And all you niggers, is this what you call war? Is this the future I'm looking t'wards? [Chorus: Kurupt] [Verse 3: Kurupt] All I know is life's a bitch Let me hit you with some G shit Look, busters won't leave me alone I'm being attacked by imitations, man, like ? and clones I ain't out to get you Want to party? I'ma party with you Which one of these flips you want to party with you? But if you want to play, we could play it homie Kick back and let the toy speak and say it for me I've been a fool before,I know the feeling Getting in the game, nigger? I know the feeling But them k's and the bananas that's pilling Make us go bananas, blood pressure to the ceiling I've got a funny feeling Money to the ceiling Make a nigger like feeling impenetrable I feel a strange awe, if I hit the store I might have to chip, one, two, three or four Niggers, in the front door, nigger on the floor Niggers [?] and hit the register drawer [Chorus: Kurupt]