Down For Whatever

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 (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) 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 hav'ta 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' In my two-tone Ford Explorer You know how it's done: Sounds bumpin' 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 don'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 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 just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room. 'Cause he'll turn the party out sayin "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door, he'll help you with the 44 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 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 Than my niggas 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 Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like that 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 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.