What Cha About

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]

ogg 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 3D 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] - 0.5X