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.