Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What U Gone Do?, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Dillinger & Young Gotti II: Tha Saga Continuez..., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dogg Pound Online
Song language: English
What U Gone Do? |
You know I’m hittin' on the switches |
From back to back, it’s me and my nigga |
Like Snoop and Dre we dippin' and we '6−4 bouncin' |
You know it’s Dogg Pound Gangstas, you know that we loungin' |
We back up in the house tearin' down the roof |
You know the dogg is in the house when we yell out 'woof!' |
You know we give it to you all night long with the shit that we got |
Me and my nigga, yeah we burnin' hot |
You want the gauge or Glock? |
I got both |
And I’ma give it to you whether you like it or not |
As long as the 'four can hop I’ma scrape curbs block to block |
I got all the ladies off that do-it fluid |
Like Bigg Snoop said «Ya gots to do it» |
I thought you knew it, I’m cool as coolin' |
Dippin' bangin' that Dogg Pound Gangsta music |
And this ain’t for you suckers who ain’t used to it |
Dippin' like what it 'bout, tell these niggas one more time |
Can’t even look a real nigga in his eyes |
(Kurupt) |
Nigga what you gon' do? |
(Nigga what you gon' do?) |
I’ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too) |
I’ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central) |
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where’s the pistol?) |
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') |
Niggas ain’t really sayin' nothin' that we can’t make somethin' |
D.P.G. |
is the letters of the gang |
(Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) |
This G shit, dippin' through the motherfuckin' streets with — |
Ounces, smokin' in front of the polices |
Got a out of town house, got a house up in the hood |
Got a bitch from the hood, got a bitch in Hollywood |
I’m just too gangsta’d up |
At the same time all hood, as I should |
On the edge of the frontline, though it took me some time |
Hittin' my stick, go get money off of bricks |
Switch the twist and pimp a bitch, twist and switch |
Get paid to chip, dip so quick it’s a glitch |
I’m lit off this motherfuckin' Grey Goose, punk |
I’ll pull out the heat, the heat gave him goosebumps |
Got bitches in college, you obey motherfucker |
I’m just rollin', keep it G’d to a T |
Ridin' down the streets where all the homies bangin' to the beat |
(Kurupt) |
Nigga what you gon' do? |
(Nigga what you gon' do?) |
I’ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too) |
I’ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central) |
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where’s the pistol?) |
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') |
Niggas ain’t really sayin' nothin' that we can’t make somethin' |
D.P.G. |
is the letters of the gang |
(Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) |
I come with the force of a million bricks |
Bustin' a million clips, niggas know we 'bout to trip |
Slip in the club with a heater, nigga this how we greet 'em |
Sneak up on yo' bitch ass with a pistol and beat him |
I’m a savage, a beast nonetheleast, can’t catch Dat Nigga Daz |
Nigga out in the street, 'cause I love to creep |
I ride slow with a gauge cocked, ready to aim |
Torchin' them niggas, yo Kurupt, come back with the flame |
I’m Eastside out, runnin' my mouth |
Niggas start to run nigga when the burner hang out |
Notice how I make 'em respect the tec, rip a hole in they vest |
Penetrate they chest, three times for the set |
See I’m the dominant, the prominent one |
I got a shotgun nigga and I’m bustin' on one |
I let the rounds off nigga, won’t you lay the fuck down |
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz bitch, Tha Dogg Pound |
We wear the crown nigga, we the king of this |
I give a fuck how many niggas that you bring, nigga you’re still a bitch |
I don’t quit, and when I start I go for your soul and rip a hole in your heart |
Motherfucker |
(Kurupt) — X 2 |
Nigga what you gon' do? |
(Nigga what you gon' do?) |
I’ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too) |
I’ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central) |
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where’s the pistol?) |
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') |
Niggas ain’t really sayin' nothin' that we can’t make somethin' |
D.P.G. |
is the letters of the gang |
(Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) |