Tha Dogg Pound

Tha Dogg Pound - Do What I Feel lyrics

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Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
 Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
 Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
 It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose
 and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
 I'm in my own, space and time
 The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
 It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
 Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
 I come I came, I am I ain't
 the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
 Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
 from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
 Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
 from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
 And unstoppable, Daz
 My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
 Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
 with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
 Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
 with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
 Is this my boundary from county to county?
 Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty?
 Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
 Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
 But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
 Now whatchu wanna do? (Hmm, whatchu wanna do? Yeah)
 Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
 You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
 I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
 Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
 My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
 I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
 I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
 Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
 My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
 Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
 Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
 [Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
 [duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
 (repeat 4X)
 Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
 I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
 I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
 Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
 Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
 Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
 out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
 I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
 Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
 I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
 Daily survival tactics in L.A.
 I'm on point and alert
 with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
 Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
 Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
 See me in black and beware
 It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
 Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
 Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
 Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
 with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
 faddle, dibble, dabble
 Gotta Rock like Fraggle
 I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
 Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
 Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
 Think, about it, better yet forget it
 Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
 The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
 Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
 That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
 I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
 Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
 gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
 the amazin, trail-blazin
 Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
 I'm that Lyrical Murderer
 Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh
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Copyrights:

Author: The Lady Of Rage, Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt

Composer: ?

Publisher: Death Row Records (2), Interscope Records

Details:

Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Dogg Food (1995)

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