lirik lagu d.p.g. - what you gone do?
[chorus: daz dillinger] (kurupt)
n-gga what you gon’ do? (n-gga 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 n-ggas go (c’mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
(ridin’) bangin’ (dumpin’)
n-ggas 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)
[daz dillinger]
you know i’m hittin’ on the switches
from back to back, it’s me and my n-gga
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 sh-t that we got
me and my n-gga, yeah we burnin’ hot
[kurupt]
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 scr-pe 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
[daz dillinger]
and this ain’t for you suckers who ain’t used to it
[kurupt]
dippin’ like what it ’bout, tell these n-ggas one more time
can’t even look a real n-gga in his eyes
[chorus: daz dillinger] (kurupt)
n-gga what you gon’ do? (n-gga 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 n-ggas go (c’mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
(ridin’) bangin’ (dumpin’)
n-ggas 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)
[kurupt]
this g sh-t, dippin’ through the motherf-ckin’ streets with –
ounces, smokin’ in front of the polices
got a out of town house, got a house up in the hood
got a b-tch from the hood, got a b-tch 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 b-tch, twist and switch
get paid to chip, dip so quick it’s a glitch
i’m lit off this motherf-ckin’ grey goose, punk
i’ll pull out the heat, the heat gave him goosebumps
d.p.g., u.s.a. motherf-cker
got b-tches in college, you obey motherf-cker
i’m just rollin’, keep it g’d to a t
ridin’ down the streets where all the homies bangin’ to the beat
[chorus: daz dillinger] (kurupt)
n-gga what you gon’ do? (n-gga 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 n-ggas go (c’mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
(ridin’) bangin’ (dumpin’)
n-ggas 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)
[daz dillinger]
i come with the force of a million bricks
bustin’ a million clips, n-ggas know we ’bout to trip
slip in the club with a heater, n-gga this how we greet ’em
sneak up on yo’ b-tch -ss with a pistol and beat him
i’m a savage, a beast nonetheleast, can’t catch dat n-gga daz
n-gga out in the street, ’cause i love to creep
i ride slow with a gauge c-cked, ready to aim
torchin’ them n-ggas, yo kurupt, come back with the flame
i’m eastside out, runnin’ my mouth
n-ggas start to run n-gga 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 n-gga and i’m bustin’ on one
i let the rounds off n-gga, won’t you lay the f-ck down
kurupt and dat n-gga daz b-tch, tha dogg pound
we wear the crown n-gga, we the king of this
i give a f-ck how many n-ggas that you bring, n-gga you’re still a b-tch
i don’t quit, and when i start i go for your soul and rip a hole in your heart
motherf-cker
[chorus: daz dillinger] (kurupt) – x 2
n-gga what you gon’ do? (n-gga 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 n-ggas go (c’mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
(ridin’) bangin’ (dumpin’)
n-ggas 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)
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