What Would You Do
Tha Dogg Pound feat. Snoop Dogg Lyrics
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Don't wanna fuck with me
Dogg Pound Gangstas
We do it like that
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles
Be trying to do they own little dissing
But they can't do it, you know
So we gonna, do it like this
Have you ever heard of a slaughter, I oughta start dippin
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
I don't slips I bangs
With that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
Kurupt from the S.C
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
When I cause holocoust from what's spittin
Niggas collapse and when the straps is clickin
Look, this is how it's done nigga, one two three
I grab my strap you best run nigga
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Littlest G, with the biggest dick
Shit, a motherfucker better recognize
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was born
Not to ever love a bitch
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggas shitted
Now what would you do
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Every single day in the LBC
Cruising through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style
When I back up a green six-fo' busting freestyles
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
How much money can a nigga make in one place
The review, ain't shit new
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck with my crew
I see all these niggas trying to get with my kin folk
Get so many busters on the West Coast
And then to say the least
I see a few trick ass niggas layin low on the East Coast
And the question is asked
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
I'll be the first one to him em
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocc Out and every nigga down with him
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer
In a Steeler hat motherfucker cuz it's like that
Now what would you do
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about
Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Empty out the clip
Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggas talk shit
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive
Probably not, you'd probably let your Glock go pop
Now drop, to your knees
And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowing in the breeze
Now what would you do
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
From the twitch of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
Then away like a stray dog
Tryin to claim every bitch as his own
Cock-blockers, come in every color
Even blue, now this is true
Trying to fuck your woman, and even you
Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker
The lyrics to Tha Dogg Pound's "What Would You Do" are a display of the gangster rap genre in the 90s. The song opens with a boastful statement – "Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack" – that sets the tone for the rest of the song. The lyrics frequently reference violence and guns, with lines like "I subdue, and then take two to your temple" and "With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die." Kurupt's verses detail his willingness to engage in violent acts to protect his reputation and his crew's reputation.
The song's hook asks, "What would you do if you could f*** with me and my crew?" and asserts that no one can step to the Dogg Pound Gangstas. The final verse takes a turn towards the theme of cock-blocking, with Daz railing against those who try to steal his flow or lay claim to his woman.
Overall, the song portrays a tough-guy aesthetic that was popular in gangster rap in the 90s. It is a display of bravado, violence, and a strong sense of loyalty to one's crew.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack
We're back and ready to party.
Don't wanna fuck with me
Don't mess with us.
Dogg Pound Gangstas
We're the Dogg Pound Gangstas.
We do it like that
This is our unique style.
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles
People copy our style.
Be trying to do they own little dissing
People try to criticize us.
But they can't do it, you know
But they can't do it like we can.
So we gonna, do it like this
This is how we do it.
Sit back relax and get a cool one
Chill out and have a drink.
Have you ever heard of a slaughter, I oughta start dippin
I am capable of causing some real damage.
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
I like drinking S-T, it gets me high.
I don't slips I bangs
I don't make mistakes, I succeed.
With that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
We're unstoppable as the Dogg Pound Gang.
Kurupt from the S.C
My name is Kurupt and I'm from South Central.
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
If you want to challenge me, I'll test your survival skills.
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
I'm shooting at your head with a hollow point bullet.
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
If you don't back off, I'm going to fight you.
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
You couldn't deal with my violent thoughts.
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
I'll take you down, and then shoot you twice in the head.
When I cause holocoust from what's spittin
I will cause chaos with my words.
Niggas collapse and when the straps is clickin
People fall when the guns start firing.
Look, this is how it's done nigga, one two three
This is how we get things done.
I grab my strap you best run nigga
I'm grabbing my gun, you better run.
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
I don't care, Kurupt is in charge.
Littlest G, with the biggest dick
I may be small, but I have a big ego.
Shit, a motherfucker better recognize
People better recognize our greatness.
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
With a flick of my wrist, I can take you all down.
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
I eat weak people for breakfast.
Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was born
I have been great at rapping since I was born.
Not to ever love a bitch
I will never fall in love with a woman.
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
We've learned from our experiences, which is why we're so successful.
Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute
People copy our style all the time.
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggas shitted
But people who try to copy us always fail.
Now what would you do
What would you do in this situation?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
If you could challenge us.
But you can't so don't even think about
But you can't, so don't even try.
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
Coming into our territory.
Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Women flirt with me all day, while I make money.
Every single day in the LBC
Every single day in Long Beach, California.
Cruising through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style
Driving around the Eastside with Lil' Style.
When I back up a green six-fo' busting freestyles
When I drive my green 1964 Chevrolet Impala while rapping.
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
There's no way out, give me the money and the mixtape.
How much money can a nigga make in one place
How much money can I make in one spot?
The review, ain't shit new
The situation hasn't changed.
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck with my crew
You can't compete with us.
I see all these niggas trying to get with my kin folk
I see people trying to join our group.
Get so many busters on the West Coast
There are so many weak people on the West Coast.
And then to say the least
To put it simply.
I see a few trick ass niggas layin low on the East Coast
I see some shady people hiding out on the East Coast.
And the question is asked
The question is raised.
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
Do you want to rap, fight, or shoot at Daz?
I'll be the first one to him em
I'll be the first to attack him.
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocc Out and every nigga down with him
I don't like B.G. Knocc Out or his crew.
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer
Because I am naturally violent.
In a Steeler hat motherfucker cuz it's like that
Wearing a Steelers hat because I want to.
There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
There are so many people I could talk about.
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
Who are quick to shoot at others during conflicts.
It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about
It doesn't matter, because it's all about.
Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
Who can shoot first to end everything.
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
For example, let's talk about these ruthless people.
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
These ruthless people and our gang in the same place.
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
Assume it's just talk, so let's.
Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
We'll talk, and then I'll shoot him with my .38 and leave.
Empty out the clip
Shoot all the bullets.
Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggas talk shit
My mind is steady, because people talk shit.
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
If someone got a chance to pray before they died.
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive
Would it make a difference?
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive
If I were in your position, would I make it?
Probably not, you'd probably let your Glock go pop
Probably not, you'd probably shoot your gun and miss.
Now drop, to your knees
Now get on your knees.
And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowing in the breeze
And imagine Dat Nigga Daz rapping in the wind.
From the twitch of the eyes
From the slightest movement of the eyes.
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
You can tell what's going on, just recognize it.
Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know
Because it ruins the vibe of the situation and the true emotions.
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
And I would rather be drinking wine.
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Can you imagine being in the room with Everlast?
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
Trying to copy our style, no way.
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
People who stop others from getting intimate are jealous.
Then away like a stray dog
Then they run away.
Tryin to claim every bitch as his own
Trying to make every woman belong to him.
Cock-blockers, come in every color
These types of people come in all races.
Even blue, now this is true
Even police officers can be this way.
Trying to fuck your woman, and even you
Trying to have sex with your partner, and even you.
Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker
What would you do in this situation?
Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Dwight Williams, Jewell Caples, Ricardo Brown, Keith Blair, Paul Crossdale
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@armonshakur_VMGmultimediaEnt.
@@sayedalazam4228 The Lies you tell smdh lmao! We, the WESTSIDE/leftcoast beat the brakes off y'all monkey azz Ngaz facts on God! 2Pac, the Big homiez/ Suge & Deathrow Records been buried the whole East coast single handedly no bap. Biggie never stood a chance. Pac cooked all them Ngaz, they was all food facts .
Pac took out Gay Z, P.I.G, junior mafia, Mobb Deep, nAss on God. Damn near ended they careers & had he lived he would've have succeeded in doing as such.
Every since we teh West boast showed/exposed>> the world to the fact that the East coast was not this so called BEST of hip hop/rap craft & art form, & had many chinks in It's armor In regards to their claims of being BETTER than every other coast, state, city, that was not affiliated, & or instituted in N.Y.C, I.e the Bronx etc. & If you weren't from any city's in NYC you could never be as good.
But then the South came & stopped all that NYC is the best BS lol. HUMBLED tf out of NYC at the same time facts ahah. Put it like this. >> The difference between the West boast & the East coast is that we the West never actually really ever fell off like NYC rappers did on facts God!
We, unlike many NYC rappers >>had GREAT relationships artistically with SOUTHERN RAPPERS from TX, TENN, FL, NO ATL etc during the time of the changing of the guard to ATLANTA'S, i.e the SOUTH'S DOMINANCE that they still hold 20+ years later. But the West boast never fell off. We were kind of lost in the fray so to speak.
But bkz Southern rappers/producers had such deep love, respect, regard for the West boast rap culture bkz they had always fk'd with our particular style & music as It was more similar to their style of music opposed to the East coast.
& many had roots, kinfolk etc from Cali, the West boast etc when they start blowing up & became the top guns of the industry they began to do a LOT of music, work, songs with many West boast artist which held us above water during our artistic drought years facts.
At some point soon after the West found our NEW SOUND & style that we had been looking for since the G Funk era dominant sound was popular ^ relevant. That's when you start getting the NIPSEY HUSSLES, Y'Gz, CALI SWAG DISTRICT,TYGA, RODDY RICH, DRAKEO, SLIM 400 etc for example amongst a bunch of other new Cali style artist pushing new artistic creativity limits & lines in sound defining a whole new era of GREATNESS for the West boast artist that now holds a share of dominate of the charts all over again.
NYC is just now catching up & starting to chart records again after 20+ years of being cold facts. Y'all are just now having rappers go platinum again thanks to rappers like POP SMOKE namely. & bkz of the DRILL music sound that NYC Co-Opted & adapted from Chiraq by way of which Chicago copied from the UK (United Kingdom) rapper scene culture.
In short, NYC went from being, & claiming to be the all time LEADERS, STARTERS, FOREFRONT RUNNERS, AUTHETICATORS of True Hip Hop music, It's origins & history etc to being SHEEP, POP CULT followers, capitulators, cultural-ist sell outs, copy kats, wannabe's, non unique, non original, non authentic etc facts smh.
I remember when NYC use to be PROUD of their ORIGINALITY, fashion sense, style, & unique heritage that gave birth to the great art form & culture of Hip Hop as we know it?
SO there's no way after taking all that DAMAGE to your reputation on the East coast these past 25+ years can you say that you Won the East vs West War lmoa, & y'all damn sho have NOT sold more records than us!
The truth Is is that you didn't (win) that is, y'all lost, & lost greatly, significantly. Y'all STILL haven't recovered from that BLUDGEONING that my Big Homie Suge Knight, Pac & DeathRow, i.e Snoop Daz,, Kurupt, The Dogg pound etc put on y'all azzez with that "New York, New York big City of Dreams" facts on God lol.
@nickibooth7429
it's about to be 2023 and I'm still listening.
@KnotSteve
Yesssirrrf
@sameeknowsitall
Same!
@liperiwildout
hell yea
@davidholloway4538
a classic never goes out of style
@Samthenativeamerican
I got the gin ready for midnight
@yetundepink
You can hear and understand every single word they’re saying. I love when rap was like this.
@ghidrah76
Real hip hop is back on the map!! BEP, Insist
Inspector Deck, Blackmoon, Gangstarr, Master Ace and Eminem
@lawrencesmith5661
Yeah me
Too
@Tyler-Passat
Yetunde Oshati then listen to that genre of rap. There’s lots of genres within rap itself. Trap, Drill, Hype, Hiphop, Scream, ect.