Ivan Johnson - What U Gone Do? lyrics

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)] n***a what you gon' do? (n***a 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 n***as go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?) (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') n***as ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin' D.P.G. is the letters of the gang (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) [Daz Dillinger] You know I'm hittin' on the switches From back to back, it's me and my n***a Like Snoop and Dre we dippin' and we '6-4 bouncin' You know it's Dogg Pound Gangstas, you know that we loungin' We back up in the house tearin' 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 sh** that we got Me and my n***a, yeah we burnin' 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 'four 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 coolin' Dippin' bangin' that Dogg Pound Gangsta music [Daz Dillinger] And this ain't for you s**ers who ain't used to it [Kurupt] Dippin' like what it 'bout, tell these n***as one more time Can't even look a real n***a in his eyes [Chorus: Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)] n***a what you gon' do? (n***a 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 n***as go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?) (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') n***as ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin' D.P.G. is the letters of the gang (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) [Kurupt] This G sh**, dippin' through the motherf**in' streets with - Ounces, smokin' in front of the polices Got a out of town house, got a house up in the hood Got a b**h from the hood, got a b**h 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 Hittin' my stick, go get money off of bricks Switch the twist and pimp a b**h, twist and switch Get paid to chip, dip so quick it's a glitch I'm lit off this motherf**in' Grey Goose, punk I'll pull out the heat, the heat gave him goosebumps D.P.G., U.S.A. motherf**er Got b**hes in college, you obey motherf**er I'm just rollin', keep it G'd to a T Ridin' down the streets where all the homies bangin' to the beat [Chorus: Daz Dillinger] (Kurupt) n***a what you gon' do? (n***a 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 n***as go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?) (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') n***as ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin' D.P.G. is the letters of the gang (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) [Daz Dillinger] I come with the force of a million bricks Bustin' a million clips, n***as know we 'bout to trip Slip in the club with a heater, n***a this how we greet 'em Sneak up on yo' b**h a** with a pistol and beat him I'm a savage, a beast nonetheleast, can't catch Dat n***a Daz n***a out in the street, 'cause I love to creep I ride slow with a gauge co*ked, ready to aim Torchin' them n***as, yo Kurupt, come back with the flame I'm Eastside out, runnin' my mouth n***as start to run n***a 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 n***a and I'm bustin' on one I let the rounds off n***a, won't you lay the f** down Kurupt and Dat n***a Daz b**h, Tha Dogg Pound We wear the crown n***a, we the king of this I give a f** how many n***as that you bring, n***a you're still a b**h I don't quit, and when I start I go for your soul and rip a hole in your heart Motherf**er [Chorus x2: Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)] n***a what you gon' do? (n***a 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 n***as go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?) (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin') n***as ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin' D.P.G. is the letters of the gang (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs)