Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do What I Feel, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eagle Rock Entertainment
Song language: English
Do What I Feel |
Now here’s the perfect mix 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 |
For a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray |
I come, I came, I am, I ain’t |
The nigga ya wants to 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 a 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? |
(Whatchu wanna do?) |
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 |
I’m a D.P.G.C. |
for life |
I do what I feel and, I do what I like |
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 that I’m leavin' them 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, TEC and Glock |
Not in my pocket, no need for cockin' |
Gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is |
The amazin, trail-blazin |
Close 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 |