Do What I Feel

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kurupt] Now, here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown It's the mischievous lyrical genius on the loose And I pack the deuce-deuce of some ackrite 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 D.P.G to wear clear blue and gray I come, I came, I am, I ain't The nigga ya wants to fuck wit', 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 interlude They on the loose, and unstoppable Daz — my muthafuckin' nigga from back in the past! [Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz] Now, imagine yourself in a bottomless pit Wit' no way you're climbin' out, and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react? Wit' intentions to keep on mashin', strap for strap Is this my boundary from county to county? Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty? Dogg Pound Gangsta all day, all night Partyin' like a muthafucka now all night For the simple fact I been wantin' to serve yo' whole fuckin' crew Now, whatchu wanna do? (Whatchu wanna do, nigga?) Hold up your weapon, slowly steppin' Caught your homie straight slippin' You shoulda known from the jump, nigga, that I was trippin' I gets to bustin'! (Blaow-blaow!) You get to duckin'! (Blaow-blaow!) Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin' in da cut! My performance is enormous, the way that I stayed upon 'em I catch 'em and let 'em have it, wassup wit' my opponents? I hold it down for the two-one, I'll be gunned down by no one Forever I reign — top Dogg number one! My rhymes is self-explainable, a Dogg that's untrainable Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable, huh! [Hook x4] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel, and I do what I like [Verse 3: Kurupt] I hits ya like shots from the homie's strap I smoke indo, and I sip Cognac Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick! Face-to-face, punk, you can eat a dick! 'Cause you're all outta time, outta sight, outta mind Somethin' I wouldn't do without a 9 I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat Mashin' all thru da 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 wit' skills like a huntin' expert Fuck around and get hurt! Worked, I puts in work like a chemist Mentally known to cause muthafuckin' dilemmas See me in black and beware It'z a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there! [Verse 4: The Lady of Rage] 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 Wit' 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' 'em 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 Uh! Play like En Vogue 'cause You're Never Gonna Get It The style, the flavor, the flow, the solo-ist hit ya 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 flippin' 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 wit' my ill type flow And uhh..