Down For Whatever - Remastered

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

(I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul)

(I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul)

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 hav'ta floss today

Now pimpin ain't 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 Explorer

You know how it's done:

Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin'

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 don'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

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 gets drunk better give him room.

'Cause he'll turn the party out sayin "This is my motherfuckin' house"

And y'all gots to go through the door

And if you can't find the door, he'll help you with the 44

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

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

Than my niggas wearin' blue or red

'Cause 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, 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's

Donut and you know what?

I'm cool like that 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

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.