What Would U Do? Lyrics – Tha Dogg Pound

What Would U Do? Lyrics by Tha Dogg Pound

Yeah, back up in yo’ #ss with a twenty sack
Don’t wanna f#ck with me
Dogg Pound Gangstas, we do it like that
Motherf#ckas out there be, like, takin’ our styles

Be tryin’ to do they own little dissin’
But they can’t do it, you know
So we gonna do it like this
Sit back relax and get a cool one

(Have you ever heard of a slaughter?) I oughta start dippin’
Sippin’ on that S-T gets me to trippin’
I don’t slips, I bangs
With that mad-ass Dogg Pound Gang, it’s a DPG thang

Kurupt from the S.C.
You wanna test me? Let’s see if you’ll survive .45 times
Like a hollow-point headed for yo’ dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around, and it’s on

Couldn’t withstand the murderous mental
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
When I cause holocaust from what’s written
n#gg#s collapsin’ when the straps is spittin’

Look, this is how it’s done, n#gg# (One, two, three..)
I grab my strap, you best run, n#gg#
I gives a f#ck, Kurupt’s the kingpin of the click
Littlest G with the biggest dick

Shiiiieeett, a motherf#cka better recognize
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J. you all die
I snack on motherf#ckas like a bone
Known to be the sh#t upon the microphone ever since I was born

Not to ever love a b#tch
Learned game after game, that’s why we are the best
Motherf#ckas be gankin’ styles minute after minute
But soon as you did it, I smelled the n#gg# sh#tted

Now, what would you, what would you do
If you could f#ck with me or my crew?
But you can’t, so don’t even think about
Steppin’ in the motherf#ckin’ house

b#tches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Every single day in the LBC
Cruisin’ through the Eastside, me and Lil’ Style
In the back of a green 6-4, bustin’ freestyles

There’s no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
How much money can one n#gg# make in one place?
The review; ain’t sh#t new
You stupid motherf#ckas can’t f#ck with my crew

I see all these n#gg#s tryin’ to get with my kin folk
Get so many busters on the West Coast
And then, to say the least
I see a few trick-ass n#gg#s layin’ low on the East Coast

And the question is asked: Do you wanna rap, scrap, or blast?
‘Cause Dat n#gg# Daz’ll be the first one to hit him
Oh yeah, f#ck B.G. Knocc Out and every n#gg# down wit’ him!
‘Cause I’m a natural born killer

In a Steeler hat, m#th*rf#ck*r, ’cause it’s like that
Now, what would you, what would you do?
If you could f#ck with me or my crew?
There’s so many motherf#ckas that I can include

Who’s quick to blast motherf#ckas in a feud?
It doesn’t make a difference
‘Cause it’s about who’s the quickest
On the draw to end all existence

For instance, let’s take these Ruthless fools
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
Assume, it’s only for conversation
So let’s conversate, slip a n#gg# the .38, then dip

Empty out the clip
Mind on set-trip, ’cause n#gg#s talk sh#t
Now if, a n#gg# had a prayer before a n#gg# died
Would the n#gg# be dead, or would he stay alive?

And if I was in yo’ shoes, would I survive?
Probably not, you’d probably let your Glock go pop
Now drop to yo’ knees
And picture Dat n#gg# Daz flowin’ in the breeze

Now, what would you, what would you do?
If you could f#ck with me or my crew?
But you can’t, so don’t even think about
Steppin’ in the motherf#ckin’ house

Now, what would you, what would you do?
If you could f#ck with me or my crew?
But you can’t, so don’t even think about
Steppin’ in the motherf#ckin’ house, biatch!

From the twitch of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
‘Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings, y’know
And I’d rather be sippin’ on a glass of wine

Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Tryin’ to steal a flow, I don’t think so
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beatin’ jealousy
Then away like a stray dog

Tryin’ to claim every b#tch as his own
Cock-blockers, come in every color
Even blue, yeah, this is true
Tryin’ to f#ck your woman, and even you

Now what the f#ck would you do, m#th*rf#ck*r?!
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Tha Dogg Pound Lyrics – What Would U Do?

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What Would U Do?