Down For Whatever

Intro

d*mn.
I'm broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that b*tch is slippin.
d*mn.
It makes me wanna..creep.
d*mn.
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

d*mn, I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
nigg* that's dippin
Sippin on Courvoisier
Godd*mn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin aint easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin girls 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 nigg* 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 muth*fkin 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**t 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 s**t
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 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 nigg* for granted
Cause whether it's a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don't know
That this rappin-ass nigg* 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

It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.