Do What I Feel

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage] Verse One: Kurupt, Daz Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right 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 Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray I come I came, I am I ain't the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, 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 enemy, they on the loose And unstoppable, Daz My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap Is this my boundary from county to county? Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty? Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah) Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow) Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one Forever I reign, top Dogg number one My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable Chorus: Daz, Kurupt [Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life [duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage I hits it like shots, from the homey strap I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick Face to face, punk you can eat a dick Cause you're all out of time, out of sight out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat Mashin all through the 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 with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas See me in black and beware It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there 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 with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle faddle, dibble, dabble Gotta Rock like Fraggle I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin 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 Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock Not in my pocket, no need for cock and gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is the amazin, trail-blazin Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no! I'm that Lyrical Murderer Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...