歌曲 | What Cha About |
歌手 | Tha Dogg Pound |
专辑 | 2002 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 weed, y'knahmsayin? | |
Drinkin my joint | |
This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man | |
This bitch pull up inside and shit | |
Roll down the window and shit, | |
I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?" | |
Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin? | |
She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up" | |
Heh, hehehe, haha, | |
I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin? | |
That's some funny shit | |
For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin {*music starts*} [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Daz] | |
What you about nigga? [Sung] | |
Dogg Pound for life [Daz] | |
Do ya some nigga? [Sung] | |
Smoke a pound tonight [Daz] | |
How ya feel nigga? [Sung] | |
I feel larger than life | |
Dogg Pound for life [Kurupt] | |
Dogg Pound shit.. | |
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 shit like a motherfuckin 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, nigga | |
I rock it and break it open [Chorus] [Daz] | |
What you about? [Kurupt] | |
You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) | |
I think not | |
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin 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 bullshit ceases | |
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces (fuck 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 motherfuckin die, stranded on | |
Tha Row I'm in this motherfucker to grow and make fetti like | |
I'm on a mountain of snow [Chorus] [Chorus] - 0.5 | |
X {*music plays to fade*} |
zuo ci : 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 weed, y' knahmsayin? | |
Drinkin my joint | |
This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man | |
This bitch pull up inside and shit | |
Roll down the window and shit, | |
I' m like " Fuck you want bitch?" | |
Bitch, tell me, y' knahmsayin? | |
She tell me " Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up" | |
Heh, hehehe, haha, | |
I had to laugh at the hoe, y' knahmsayin? | |
That' s some funny shit | |
For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what' s happenin music starts Chorus: repeat 2X Daz | |
What you about nigga? Sung | |
Dogg Pound for life Daz | |
Do ya some nigga? Sung | |
Smoke a pound tonight Daz | |
How ya feel nigga? Sung | |
I feel larger than life | |
Dogg Pound for life Kurupt | |
Dogg Pound shit.. | |
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 shit like a motherfuckin 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, nigga | |
I rock it and break it open Chorus Daz | |
What you about? Kurupt | |
You servin me motherfucker? hell no | |
I think not | |
That' s facin a blizzard in a fuckin 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 bullshit ceases | |
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces fuck 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 motherfuckin die, stranded on | |
Tha Row I' m in this motherfucker to grow and make fetti like | |
I' m on a mountain of snow Chorus Chorus 0. 5 | |
X music plays to fade |
zuò cí : 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 weed, y' knahmsayin? | |
Drinkin my joint | |
This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man | |
This bitch pull up inside and shit | |
Roll down the window and shit, | |
I' m like " Fuck you want bitch?" | |
Bitch, tell me, y' knahmsayin? | |
She tell me " Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up" | |
Heh, hehehe, haha, | |
I had to laugh at the hoe, y' knahmsayin? | |
That' s some funny shit | |
For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what' s happenin music starts Chorus: repeat 2X Daz | |
What you about nigga? Sung | |
Dogg Pound for life Daz | |
Do ya some nigga? Sung | |
Smoke a pound tonight Daz | |
How ya feel nigga? Sung | |
I feel larger than life | |
Dogg Pound for life Kurupt | |
Dogg Pound shit.. | |
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 shit like a motherfuckin 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, nigga | |
I rock it and break it open Chorus Daz | |
What you about? Kurupt | |
You servin me motherfucker? hell no | |
I think not | |
That' s facin a blizzard in a fuckin 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 bullshit ceases | |
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces fuck 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 motherfuckin die, stranded on | |
Tha Row I' m in this motherfucker to grow and make fetti like | |
I' m on a mountain of snow Chorus Chorus 0. 5 | |
X music plays to fade |