Karaoké Down For Whatever Ice Cube

Damn I'm broke my feet hurt

Inside the mind of a car jacker and that bitch is slippin

Yeah, ha ha, damn, ooh it makes me wanna creep ah ah, damn, ah ah

It makes me wanna creep ah ah, damn, yeah, ooh ah ah, yeah, oh

Damn I'm such a

G it's pathetic here comes the big headed

Nigga that's dippin sippin on Courvoisier

Goddamn I must have to 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 in my two tone Ford Explo

You know how it's done sounds bumpin

Ain't that somethin' jumped on the one ten

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 together

'Cos you know a nigga like me is down for whatever

Damn, ha ha and I'm down for whatever damn

When I was little

I didn't wanna be like Mike

I wanted to be like Ike

'Cos 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 pokets never skinny

Played let's get it on in the living room

And when he got drunk you better give him room

'Cos he'll turn the party out sayin this is my mother fuckin' 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 pj'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, ha ha

Now I don't talk a lot of shit but when it's time to get busy with these hos let's go

'Cos I'd rather see a skinhead dead

Then my niggas wearin blue or red

'Cos 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

'Cos I got potentials to blow up a Winchells donut and you know what

I'm cool like that like Digable planets

But don't take a nigga for granted

'Cos whether it's a verdict of the LA 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 my mother named G

Ice Cube devoid of pop and I will never dance for you trick ass niggas, ah ah, uh, uh

It makes me wanna creep uh uh, hey

It makes me wanna creep ah ah, damn, yeah, ah ah, uh