What would you do?

If you could get with Tha Dogg Pound?

What would you do?

If you get caught with your pants down?

They say it's the quiet ones you gotta worry 'bout

I walk in, step on shit like a dirty house

One feature, got boogers 'round thirty thou'

'Bout the coast, already told you, nigga

Watch your mouth

Shoulders rotate and I'm just gettin' in that mode

When niggas built like foam, of course they fold

The people's champ here, bitch, I'm who they chose

Now it's time to get your nostrils wiped like a itchy nose

See the chit-chatter, like Chizzle, don't get busy

It's the badass's bots, he can't fuck with mе

He keep talkin' 'bout the west, is hе strictly dick-ly?

Ray got some, I get some, he goin' fifty-fifty

Tag me in, time to get a nigga gone

Yeah, you bad to the ass

I'm just bad to the bone

Gave you a lil' snippet, you ain't even worth a song

Shout to Opium, I'll destroy you on my lone

How you a pro from your era, still ain't make a hit song?

Nigga stick to the script, should've stayed in your zone

Heard that game time bore 'em, now a nigga on your dome

Six-hour flight, time to send a nigga home

(If you could get with Tha Dogg Pound?)

Ha, washed rappers, this is not 2013

Nun' to worry 'bout, why the fans want to alert me?

Out his whole class he came up with, this nigga third string

I'm from the streets

but best believe he won't be my first fiend

Everybody from TDE got put on

You the only one out your group that still make songs

Fuck that bullshit you wrote for Post Malone

And barely that, it won't work and start to act

This nigga think he can take a break and come back

Ha, fuck is up with that?

What, I gotta lyrical-miracle whoop your ass?

Another body for the west, nigga, cheer my glass

Niggas postin' TDE-East, I can't believe

Don't wanna sue or clique up, nigga, take a seat

Boy, I'm wired, know you tired, nigga, take a knee

A cliff, bridge or faith, I don't give a fuck

Nigga, take a leap

I really be that man

Love to be the bad news and come fuck up your plans

I really write what I spit, I'm gettin' better with my hands

Ah, ah, ha

It's the best feature on GNX comin' to talk to you

Better go report back to 50, he the boss to you

Purposely get you possessed and put a cross to you

Ah, ah, ah

You got beef all over

How sloppy, Joe

You this high-ranked rapper, when was your last paid show?

Look at you, startin' from scratch

'Til he screamin' he back

But who the fuck asked for you?

What would you do?

What would you do?