Do What I Feel

[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 your 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]
[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[Daz & Kurupt] 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..