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