[Hook 1: Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggas can I blast on sight?
[Verse 1: Kurupt] I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, I'm a glutton Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I’m in my G4 stance How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell That I'm addicted to the fast life (Addicted to the fast life) Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle
[Hook 2: Kurupt] Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggas can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
[Verse 2: Kurupt] What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (Any day) and any time (Any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.k.a. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic, titanic tarantula On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'til you ask yourself
[Hook: Dr. Dre and Kurupt]
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre] (Fuck is up?) Man, life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (Speak to these niggas) I thought the same way back in the days Young with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggas out to get you It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with you (Your pistol, nigga) Niggas get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it Don't blaze the Indica without the Thai with it Niggas look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone, you spit the harpoon Wiping shit the fuck out, like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons (C'mon) Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
[Hook: Kurupt]
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Produced by and featuring Dr. Dre, “Ask Yourself a Question” is the twelfth and last track on the first disc of Kurupt’s debut studio album, Kuruption! After the album’s release, Kurupt was so pleased with Dr. Dre’s contribution to the album that he wanted Dre to produce the entirety of his next album. This plan never came to be, although Kurupt was able to land 3 features on Dre’s sophomore album, 2001, the following year.
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