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Tha Dogg Pound - What Cha About lyrics
Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin? Rollin down the streets doin my thang y'knahmsayin? That's the flow, whattup? Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin?Drinkin my joint This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man This bitch pull up inside and shit Roll down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?" Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin? She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up" Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin? That's some funny shit For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin {*music starts* [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Daz]What you about nigga? [Sung] Dogg Pound for life [Daz]Do ya some nigga? [Sung] Smoke a pound tonight [Daz]How ya feel nigga? [Sung] I feel larger than life Dogg Pound for life [Kurupt] Dogg Pound shit.. Life without money (money) that's like breathin wit no air Prepared, there's no love in warfare, engage I make the front page, like Nicholas Cage and get served, front and center stage (get served) I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon barriers and get penetrated, tell the connectects superior Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every galaxy throwin up D.P. Now I could be quick as a cheetah and rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin wild heina From the city where light shine bright at night (at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin upon the mic From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil') When you approach Kurupt, approach wit skill (f'real) Cause if you don't you'll get shook (shook) and broken, nigga I rock it and break it open [Chorus] [Daz] What you about? [Kurupt] You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I think not That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tank top (back it up) I took trips from New Jerz' to Cape Cot (Cot) You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice I had the whole scenery surrounded like the wise {*cat meow* Who could it be comin through in all blue (fool) Dogg Pound Gangstas number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principle Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavitys picked (ahh!) That's were all the bullshit ceases This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces (fuck that!) Fake ass assassin wit no heart, no mind No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme (no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical Satan Creatin slaughters, runnin through stores like Water Patan (oh, oh) I'm all about money makin and I'm makin mistakes, you're only worth what your creatin and a garden of snakes Now all I could do is survive, is stay alive Money 'til I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row I'm in this motherfucker to grow and make fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow [Chorus] [Chorus] - 0.5X {*music plays to fade* |
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