Smack This b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt]
All you despicable b*tches
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man
And I got somethin' to say to all you despicable b*tches
Black Knights
What y'all think about them hoes?
What y'all got to say about all these hoes?
b*tch, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights

[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(b*tch, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(b*tch, you b*tch, you b*tch)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Yeah b*tch, won't you make me rich?)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Yeah, yeah, b*tch, b*tch)

[Verse 1: Crisis]
Could it be, I'm p*ssy drunk with Monk, comin' home at sunrise
With a reputation of f*ckin' hoes the first night
Plus your 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 f*cked 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 n*gga, but you flippin' on
A n*gga at the wrong time, 'cause 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
b*tch, where's your gratitude?
[Verse 2: Doc Doom]
Trick, I'm tired of you always flippin' the script
Every time a n*gga out, you think I'm trickin' my di*k?
I kick your ass if catch you keyin' my whip
Trick, I'm not of the n*ggas that you used to f*ck wit
Like the n*gga Reese you burned with 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 b*tch
(Yeah b*tch, b*tch, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(I'm quick to tell a b*tch to eat up a di*k)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(I'll slap the sh*t outta goofy ass b*tch)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(A goofy, stupid, groupie, b*tch)

[Verse 3: Monk]
It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an attitude for nothin'
Frontin' like she mad and sh*t, on some stupid sh*t
I hear the hot sh*t, pump your brakes, I'm not in the mood
Relax b*tch, you trippin', losin' your cool
For the price of an argument, to f*ck up my high
f*ck up my day, it ain't goin' down that way
'Cause something's gon' make me smack yo ass (b*tch!)
Mad 'cause our splashed don't trick cash
Don't give a f*ck, roll wit my n*ggas, Bar Mitzvah sl*t
Phones stay off the hook, now your ass is fed up
Disrespect my click like we don't keep it crunk
Stay in your place and keep your ass outta my shoes
Hit the road b*tch, 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 b*tch
(b*tch, b*tch, make me rich)

[Monk]
It could be the naggin', it could be the braggin'
It could be the fact she hatin', 'cause the Knights splashin'

[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make smack this b*tch
(There b*tch, you gots to skitz kadaf, it)

[Doc Doom]
You short on chips, runnin' her lips
Don't wanna share the pus*y with the rest of the click, but

[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Yeah I know that b*tch, that b*tch ain't sh*t)

[Verse 4: S. Man]
I f*ck hoes for the squirtin' any season
African, Korean, European, Polynesian
No further reason to lessen my capacity
From the scrotum, 'cause the nut gush it gradually
I'm S-man, tastefully delicious
Spittin' my game, gracefully, the b*tches
I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter
380, concealin' 'Gnac, sipping pus*y beater
b*tch bring a heater if it's cold outside (biatch!)
You better walk if I want at to ride (biatch!)
Fly like a bird if you wanna be free
'Cause I hate hoes, and hoes hate me
Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Ain't no stoppin' me from gettin' this pus*y for free
'Cause pus*y's made to be poked, don't be afraid of the stroke
[Verse 5: Warcloud/Skeleton Lode]
Now I'm big Warcloud from the L.A. streets
Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete
I crack a crystal coconut, cruisin' with a silly b*tch
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, Le Moya
I'll make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer
Dirty Becky Thatcher, I'm great like Joe DiMaggio
I used to write books, buy a soda pop in the Cosby Show
I'll push a girl down real hard and watch 'em laugh
This smile so twisted the world will feel the draft
Young in the rocking chair shootin' at tin cans
Goofy b*tch said something that made me mad (b*tch!)
Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves for luck
I smack you like a toucan swatting a turtle dove (goofy b*tch)

[Chorus: All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Yeah, I'ma end up puttin' somethin' in this b*tch right here)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Oh man you see that b*tch over there)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Say b*tch, don't you owe me some bread)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(Yeah, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, give me some head)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(I ain't got no money for you, n*gga)
Something's gon' make me smack this b*tch
(b*tch, shut up, shut up, b*tch!)

[Outro: Kurupt]
I know you b*tch, you ain't nothin', ain't never been nothin'
If you was a quarter, b*tch, you already broken down to a penny
You b*tch, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread
'For I slap the wig off of ya