Damn. I'm broke. My feet hurt. (inside the mind of a car jacker) And that bitch is slippin. It makes me wanna..creep. It makes me wanna..creep.
Verse one
Damn, I'm such a g it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed Nigga that's dippin Sippin on courvoisier Goddamn I must havta floss today Now pimpin ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin bitches 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 bumpin Ain't that sumthin? 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 sex So when you wanna get togetha? Cause you know a nigga like me Is down for whatever
And I'm down for whatever
Verse two
When I was little I didn't wanna 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 muthafuckin 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 shit 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
Verse three
Now I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Then my niggas wearin blue or red Cause I got the gift To hit these hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth Of sumthin Yeah, that's right I'm standin in the store Koreans Act so nice Cause I got potentials to blow up a winchells Donut And you know what? I'm cool like dat like digable planets But don't take a nigga for granted Cause whether it's a verdict of the l.a. four You just don't know That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever
Outro
And I'm down Creep. And I'm down for whatever
Ice cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas
It makes me wanna..creep. It makes me wanna..creep.
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