d***.
I'm broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that b**** is slippin'.
It makes me wanna, creep.
It makes me wanna, creep.
d*** I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big headed
n**** that's dippin'
Sippin' on Courvoisier
g****** I must havta floss today
Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin' b****** like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it's done
Sounds b**pin
Ain't that somethin'?
Jumped on the 110
She's flyin' in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain't gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won't flex
Til it's time to have s**
So when you want to get together?
Cause you know a n**** like me
Is down for whatever
And I'm down for whatever
When I was little I didn't want to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike
Cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let's get it on in the living room
Cause he'll turn the party out sayin', "This is MY m***********' house"
And y'all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can't find the door
He'll help you with the four-four
Talkin' much s*** on the grass
And straight down to blast
I'm still in my p.j.'s
He's in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever
And I'm down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
And it don't seem to stop
Now
I don't talk a lot of s***
But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go
Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Then my n***** wearin' blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I'm smellin' like a fifth
Of somethin'
Yeah, that's right
I'm standin' in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Doughnut
And you know what?
I'm Cool Like That like Digable Planets
But don't take a n**** for granted
Cause whether it's a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don't know
That this rappin'-a** n**** will change with the weather
And be down for whatever
And I'm down
Creep.
And I'm down for whatever
Ice Cube, devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-a** n*****
It makes me wanna, creep.
It makes me wanna, creep.
I'm broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that b**** is slippin'.
It makes me wanna, creep.
It makes me wanna, creep.
d*** I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big headed
n**** that's dippin'
Sippin' on Courvoisier
g****** I must havta floss today
Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin' b****** like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it's done
Sounds b**pin
Ain't that somethin'?
Jumped on the 110
She's flyin' in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain't gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won't flex
Til it's time to have s**
So when you want to get together?
Cause you know a n**** like me
Is down for whatever
And I'm down for whatever
When I was little I didn't want to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike
Cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let's get it on in the living room
Cause he'll turn the party out sayin', "This is MY m***********' house"
And y'all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can't find the door
He'll help you with the four-four
Talkin' much s*** on the grass
And straight down to blast
I'm still in my p.j.'s
He's in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever
And I'm down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
And it don't seem to stop
Now
I don't talk a lot of s***
But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go
Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Then my n***** wearin' blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I'm smellin' like a fifth
Of somethin'
Yeah, that's right
I'm standin' in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Doughnut
And you know what?
I'm Cool Like That like Digable Planets
But don't take a n**** for granted
Cause whether it's a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don't know
That this rappin'-a** n**** will change with the weather
And be down for whatever
And I'm down
Creep.
And I'm down for whatever
Ice Cube, devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-a** n*****
It makes me wanna, creep.
It makes me wanna, creep.