Tha Dogg Pound, The Lady of Rage - Do What I Feel lyrics

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 DPG 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

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 the cut!
My performance is enormous
The way that I stayed upon 'em
I catch 'em and let 'em have it
Wassup with 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!

I hit's 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 nine
I got a pocket full of papers
And a trunk full of beat
Mashin' all thru the streets
Rollin' wit' some heat
I'm heated, repeat it day after day
Daily survival tactics in LA
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!

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