What Cha About Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

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*}