(feat. Black Knights Kurupt S. Man). [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