What U Gone Do?

(albüm: Dillinger & Young Gotti II: Tha Saga Continuez... - 2005)

[Daz Dillinger (Kurupt):]
Nigga, what you gon' do? (Nigga what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Banging (Dumpin')
Niggas ain't really saying nothing that we can't make something
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dipping on them gold thangs)

[Daz Dillinger:]
You know I'm hitting on the switches
From back to back, it's me and my nigga
Like Snoop and Dre we dipping and we '6-4 bouncing
You know it's Dogg Pound Gangstas, you know that we lounging
We back up in the house tearing down the roof
You know the Dogg is in the house when we yell out 'woof! '
You know we give it to you all night long with the shit that we got
Me and my nigga, yeah, we burning hot

[Kurupt:]
You want the gauge or Glock? I got both
And I'ma give it to you whether you like it or not
As long as the '4 can hop I'ma scrape curbs block to block
I got all the ladies off that do-it fluid
Like Bigg Snoop said "Ya gots to do it"
I thought you knew it, I'm cool as coolant
Dipping banging that Dogg Pound Gangsta music

[Daz Dillinger:]
And this ain't for you suckers who ain't used to it

[Kurupt:]
Dipping like what it 'bout, tell these niggas one more time
Can't even look a real nigga in his eyes

[Daz Dillinger (Kurupt):]
Nigga, what you gon' do? (Nigga, what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Banging (Dumpin')
Niggas ain't really saying nothing that we can't make something
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dipping on them gold thangs)

[Kurupt:]
This G shit, dipping through the motherfucking streets with
Ounces, smoking in front of the polices
Got a out of town house, got a house up in the hood
Got a bitch from the hood, got a bitch in Hollywood
I'm just too gangsta'd up
At the same time all hood, as I should
On the edge of the frontline, though it took me some time
Hitting my stick, go get money off of bricks
Switch the twist and pimp a bitch, twist and switch
Get paid to chip, dip so quick it's a glitch
I'm lit off this motherfucking Grey Goose, punk
I'll pull out the heat, the heat gave him goosebumps
D.P.G., U.S.A., muh'fucker
Got bitches in college, U of A, muh'fucker
I'm just rolling, keep it G'd to a T
Riding down the streets where all the homies banging to the beat

[Daz Dillinger (Kurupt):]
Nigga, what you gon' do? (Nigga, what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Banging (Dumpin')
Niggas ain't really saying nothing that we can't make something
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dipping on them gold thangs)

[Daz Dillinger:]
I come with the force of a million bricks
Busting a million clips, niggas know we 'bout to trip
Slip in the club with a heater, nigga this how we greet 'em
Sneak up on yo' bitch ass with a pistol and beat him
I'm a savage, a beast none the least, can't catch Dat Nigga Daz
Nigga out in the street, 'cause I love to creep
I ride slow with a gauge cocked, ready to aim
Torching them niggas, yo Kurupt, come back with the flame
I'm Eastside out, running my mouth
Niggas start to run nigga when the burner hang out
Notice how I make 'em respect the Tec, rip a hole in they vest
Penetrate they chest, three times for the set
See, I'm the dominant, the prominent one
I got a shotgun nigga and I'm busting on one
I let the rounds off, nigga, won't you lay the fuck down
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz, bitch, Tha Dogg Pound
We wear the crown nigga, we the king of this
I give a fuck how many niggas that you bring
Nigga, you're still a bitch
I don't quit, and when I start
I go for your soul and rip a hole in your heart, motherfucker

[Daz Dillinger (Kurupt):]
So what you gon' do? (Nigga, what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Banging (Dumpin')
Niggas ain't really saying nothing that we can't make something
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dipping on them gold thangs)

Nigga, what you gon' do? (Nigga, what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Banging (Dumpin')
Niggas ain't really saying nothing that we can't make something
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dipping on them gold thangs)