| Song | Gimmewhutchagot |
| Artist | Kurupt |
| Album | Kuruption! |
| Kurupt: | |
| Yo Barshawn | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Come and drip into the realm of the X-files | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Get your position correct | |
| Get your ammunition correct | |
| The tactful tech technician effect(Bitch!) | |
| I got a quarter-key | |
| You wanna to try to stick me for it? | |
| Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? | |
| Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it | |
| Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it | |
| Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga | |
| Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga | |
| Fantasies never formulate | |
| So when you get the formula to format | |
| Restructure and reshape | |
| Relax or we take all | |
| We make sure we shake all | |
| We shake tame or aim or flame all | |
| A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real | |
| Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills(Bitch!) | |
| I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks | |
| The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| Gimmewhuthcagot nigga | |
| Get blazed, get shot nigga | |
| We make it hot nigga raw | |
| My nigga Barshawn | |
| Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw | |
| I ain't got time to see what you saw | |
| Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw | |
| This ain't about nothin but life and law | |
| Niggas killin me | |
| Kurupt | |
| What you ice-grillin me for? | |
| Barshawn: | |
| Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? | |
| My raps is lethal | |
| I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you | |
| Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo | |
| For the first time comin through | |
| Ain't been a minute yet | |
| Already, cats wanna eye-screw | |
| Plottin to pop you | |
| You don't know me duke | |
| The one that shoot | |
| You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot | |
| That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop | |
| See I done paid my dues | |
| Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image | |
| Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute | |
| It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it | |
| Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it | |
| So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin | |
| Either or, it could happen | |
| Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin | |
| I bet next time you stay in a child's place | |
| This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate | |
| If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate | |
| Kurupt: Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) | |
| Chorus: | |
| Gimmewhuthcagot nigga | |
| Get blazed, get shot nigga | |
| We make it hot nigga raw | |
| My nigga Barshawn | |
| Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw | |
| I ain't got time to see what you saw | |
| Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw | |
| This ain't about nothin but life and law | |
| Niggas killin me | |
| What you ice-grillin me for? | |
| Barshawn: | |
| You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen | |
| Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in | |
| You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein | |
| Where the fuck you expect the rest at? | |
| We got that too comin through a quarter to two | |
| Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo | |
| All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew | |
| Mad tight, but that's life | |
| I learned the game | |
| Same cats that you roll with will split your game | |
| See I'm in it for the cheese nigga | |
| Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame) | |
| Kurupt: | |
| I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated | |
| Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs | |
| And collar clothes impact and enthrone | |
| Gone, zone the dome and then blown | |
| I heard raw before I saw raw before | |
| Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's | |
| Me and my nigga Shawn | |
| What you got weight on your shoulders | |
| The freons gettin colder | |
| Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners | |
| I got a beam on you chest-high | |
| Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right | |
| I spreads like bad news | |
| Bitches get played like the blues | |
| Blowin dicks like whistles | |
| Launch like missles | |
| Pop like pistols | |
| And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos | |
| Cuz I refuse to chill like EP | |
| I prefer to get high live with the DP | |
| You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle | |
| Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle | |
| It's a storm, form reform your label form | |
| Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Kurupt, young Gotti | |
| West Coast, East Coast nigga | |
| Raw doggs | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Allen, Brown, Griffin |
| Kurupt: | |
| Yo Barshawn | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Come and drip into the realm of the Xfiles | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Get your position correct | |
| Get your ammunition correct | |
| The tactful tech technician effect Bitch! | |
| I got a quarterkey | |
| You wanna to try to stick me for it? | |
| Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? | |
| Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it | |
| Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it | |
| Y' all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga | |
| Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga | |
| Fantasies never formulate | |
| So when you get the formula to format | |
| Restructure and reshape | |
| Relax or we take all | |
| We make sure we shake all | |
| We shake tame or aim or flame all | |
| A bitch tried to play me like nothing' s really real | |
| Like I ain' t really real and I ain' t really got skills Bitch! | |
| I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks | |
| The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| Gimmewhuthcagot nigga | |
| Get blazed, get shot nigga | |
| We make it hot nigga raw | |
| My nigga Barshawn | |
| Kurupt with the autometal cock and draw | |
| I ain' t got time to see what you saw | |
| Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw | |
| This ain' t about nothin but life and law | |
| Niggas killin me | |
| Kurupt | |
| What you icegrillin me for? | |
| Barshawn: | |
| Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? | |
| My raps is lethal | |
| I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you | |
| Y' all think my rhymes is voodoo | |
| For the first time comin through | |
| Ain' t been a minute yet | |
| Already, cats wanna eyescrew | |
| Plottin to pop you | |
| You don' t know me duke | |
| The one that shoot | |
| You all mad cuz I' m spendin loot | |
| That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop | |
| See I done paid my dues | |
| Don' t be fooled by the pretty boy image | |
| Cuz you' ll get blasted up in less than a minute | |
| It' s Barshawn and Kurupt, y' all gonna feel it | |
| Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it | |
| So how you wanna do it, rappin or gunclappin | |
| Either or, it could happen | |
| Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin | |
| I bet next time you stay in a child' s place | |
| This is Rome folks talkin, you don' t relate | |
| If you can' t hold the weight, then don' t debate | |
| Kurupt: Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates check it out | |
| Chorus: | |
| Gimmewhuthcagot nigga | |
| Get blazed, get shot nigga | |
| We make it hot nigga raw | |
| My nigga Barshawn | |
| Kurupt with the autometal cock and draw | |
| I ain' t got time to see what you saw | |
| Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw | |
| This ain' t about nothin but life and law | |
| Niggas killin me | |
| What you icegrillin me for? | |
| Barshawn: | |
| You all fiend, daydream for cream I' ve seen | |
| Eyes gleam for the droptop I be in | |
| You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain' t seein | |
| Where the fuck you expect the rest at? | |
| We got that too comin through a quarter to two | |
| Blazin they ducttapin you and your boo | |
| All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew | |
| Mad tight, but that' s life | |
| I learned the game | |
| Same cats that you roll with will split your game | |
| See I' m in it for the cheese nigga | |
| Fuck the fame nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame | |
| Kurupt: | |
| I play the nickelplated position get penetrated | |
| Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs | |
| And collar clothes impact and enthrone | |
| Gone, zone the dome and then blown | |
| I heard raw before I saw raw before | |
| Mack milli' s, mack 11' s and fourfour' s | |
| Me and my nigga Shawn | |
| What you got weight on your shoulders | |
| The freons gettin colder | |
| Me and my nigga Deion' s hittin corners | |
| I got a beam on you chesthigh | |
| Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right | |
| I spreads like bad news | |
| Bitches get played like the blues | |
| Blowin dicks like whistles | |
| Launch like missles | |
| Pop like pistols | |
| And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos | |
| Cuz I refuse to chill like EP | |
| I prefer to get high live with the DP | |
| You ain' t raw nigga You more like subtle | |
| Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle | |
| It' s a storm, form reform your label form | |
| Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm | |
| Chorus | |
| Kurupt, young Gotti | |
| West Coast, East Coast nigga | |
| Raw doggs | |
| Chorus | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| Gimmewhutchagot nigga | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Allen, Brown, Griffin |