What Cha About歌词

作词 : Big Simon, Brown
Yeah, you know,
I'm slidin y'knahmsayin?
Rollin down the streets doin my thang y'knahmsayin?
That's the flow, whattup?
Smokin my ****, y'knahmsayin?
Drinkin my joint
This ***** man, this ***** roll up to me man
This ***** pull up inside and ****
Roll down the window and ****,
I'm like - "**** you want *****?"
*****, tell me, y'knahmsayin?
She tell me "Turn that **** down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"
Heh, hehehe, haha,
I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
That's some funny ****
For real though man, tell these ************s what's happenin {*music starts*} [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Daz]
What you about *****? [Sung]
Dogg Pound for life [Daz]
Do ya some *****? [Sung]
Smoke a pound tonight [Daz]
How ya feel *****? [Sung]
I feel larger than life
Dogg Pound for life [Kurupt]
Dogg Pound ****..
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 3
D hittin every galaxy throwin up
D.P. Now I could be quick as a cheetah and rip through ya **** like a **********in 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, *****
I rock it and break it open [Chorus] [Daz]
What you about? [Kurupt]
You servin me ************? (hell no)
I think not
That's facin a blizzard in a ****in 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 ******** ceases
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces (**** 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 **********in die, stranded on
Tha Row I'm in this ************ to grow and make fetti like
I'm on a mountain of snow [Chorus] [Chorus] - 0.5
X {*music plays to fade*}