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Intro

Damn.
I´m broke.
My feet hurt.

(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that bitch is slippin.
Damn.
It makes me wanna..creep.
Damn.
It makes me wanna..creep.

I got something for your mind, your body and your soul.

I got something for your mind, your body and your soul.

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 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 got drunk you´ll better give him 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 ho´s, 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 them ho´s 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
pump it in your Jeep
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.