Do What I Feel Lyrics - Singles - Tha Dogg Pound

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage] 

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 mischievous, 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 want to 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 want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to 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...