Lyric Down For Whatever
[Intro]
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 aint 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.
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 aint 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.
