Kurupt - What Cha About lyrics

Yeah, you know, I'm slidin why'knahmsayin? Rollin down the streets doin my thang why'knahmsayin? That's the flow, whattup? Smokin my weed, why'knahmsayin? Drinkin my joint This b**h man, this b**h roll up to me man This b**h pull up inside and sh** Roll down the window and sh**, I'm like - "f** you want b**h?" b**h, tell me, why'knahmsayin? She tell me "Turn that sh** down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up" Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, why'knahmsayin? That's some funny sh** For real though man, tell these motherf**ers what's happenin {*music starts*} [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Daz] What you about n***a? [Sung] Dogg Pound for life [Daz] Do ya some n***a? [Sung] Smoke a pound tonight [Daz] How ya feel n***a? [Sung] I feel larger than life Dogg Pound for life [Kurupt] Dogg Pound sh**.. 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 sh** like a motherf**in 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 sk** (f'real) Cause if you don't you'll get shook (shook) And broken, n***a I rock it and break it open [Chorus] [Daz] What you about? [Kurupt] You servin me motherf**er? (hell no) I think not That's facin a blizzard in a f**in 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 a**a**in 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 bullsh** ceases This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces (f** that!) Fake a** a**a**in 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 motherf**in die, stranded on Tha Row I'm in this motherf**er to grow And make fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow [Chorus] [Chorus] - 0.5X {*music plays to fade*}