Ice Cube U Can Do It

Can I get you something? 'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me! I'm sorry, I don't understand Cutty say 'e can't HANG! Oh, stewardess! I speak jive Oh, good Jus' hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap! Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't GET da help! Say 'e can't hang, say seven up! Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense My tailor-made slacks with the dick print My afro pick with the black fist I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick Platform shoes out the mother ship Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp Whitewalls and a black leather coat Where's my bread sucka? Grab ya by the throat Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself Militant, don't call me Cassius Dashiki, I got to be the blackest I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders" Right on I'm comin' straight from the 70s Super fly in my perm and my leather P's I'm comin' straight from the 70s Super fly in my perm and my leather P's Sho-nuff I'm comin' straight from the 70s Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me Can you dig it? I'm comin' straight from the 70s Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me House parties, pop-lockin' and pickin' Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin' Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and Crippin' Forty ounce sippin', '64 dippin' No shoe strings, nigga, say word I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird The day they blew up a rocket, I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin' Double up Michael Jackson vs. Prince Atari 26 hundred, I don' done it See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it Mike Tyson, who's my opponent? Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, nigga Fresh I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes Word up I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my fat gold chain for the ladies I'm comin' straight from the 80s With my fat gold chain for the ladies Man, you know what I'm sportin' A short haircut, everything Jordan That's right, a nigga played on the dream team I had to let 'em know that it's a G Thang It's a black thing, you wouldn't understand Shaquille O'Neal the real Superman Boy, I hit like Roy Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz In the crack spot with a laptop Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac French braiding weed heads Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads? And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders" Baby-baby I'm comin' straight from the 90s I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy I'm comin' straight from the 90s I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy Fo-sho I'm comin' straight from the 90s Triple OG, you know where to find me I'm comin' straight from the 90s Triple OG, you know where to find me Fresh for 2018 I'm an ex-gangbanger from Los Angeles I've been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding But you learn as you get older You must become a mad one day and put away childish things Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it?

[Sampled announcer] In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself is failing [Ice Cube] Hellll yeah! Uhh. Ta-dow! Uhh. Ta-dow! Uhh. Ta-dow! UHH! Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix With the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda Let the water boil, workers all loyal Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter Than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack +It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+ Too big for my britches, and I got bitches Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches Used to get 18, when my G was alive Now a ki' is 13-5 Eighty-nine's the number, another summer (Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber Streets dried up, used to think it would last But being a kingpin is a thing of the past They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder Now I got my ass in Minnesota Got my own crew, it's on brand new Damn, what can I do? Oooh Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Fool [Ice Cube] Already done stacked me half a meal ticket Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it Now I got ends, wavin to my friends Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins Play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone I'm almost home Gettin excited, indicted Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest Cause everything I own, got repossessed Now take a look at the dust And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months I never picked up a book Cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH) Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew And see, what can I do Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? [Ice Cube] Fucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo' Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do' Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at Me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B. What you tell me? No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe Since, they sent in the troops Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle No skills, to pay the bills Talkin about education to battle inflation No college degree, just a dumb ass G (Yeah you fool.) Who me? I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes Took some advice from my Uncle Fester All dressed up in polyester Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? [Mack 10] Yeah you can help me punk Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin That's on my momma Ay homeboy, while you at it Gimme large fries, a strawberry shake A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life [Ice Cube] Can I roll wit you? What can I do? Now I'm on the run, with a gun And this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo' Swervin, servin all of the pigs Just because they tryin to split my wig I'm in custody, L.A.P.D. One more felony, strike number three Twenty-five to life in cell block two It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do? Ice Cube. what can I do, what can I do? What can I do, oooh [Sampled announcer] In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself is failing

Maestro Blame me You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow, flow, flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow It's R-A-W, R-A-W You looking at the grand wizard Warlord, vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches To pull up, pull off with some bad bitches And it ain't about chivalry It's about dope lyrics and delivery It's about my persona Ain't nothing like a man that can do what he wanna Ain't nothing like man on that you knew on the corner See him come up and fuck up the owner See him throw up Westside California Nigga, I'm hot as Phoenix, Arizona I'm Utah, I got multiple bitches It's a new law, keep a hold of yo' riches Dumb nigga, don't spend it as soon as you get it And recognize I'm a captain and you a lieutenant I can say what I want to say, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle, just to feed all my people Lyrically, I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga, y'all spit saliva and I spit lava (spit lava) I got the fearless flow, don't get near this, hoe If you sacred to go I keep it gangsta and why should change that Fuck you old motherfuckers tryin' to change rap (say what? Say what?) But ain't you the same cat that sat back when they brought cocaine back? I'm tryin' to get me a Maybach How you motherfuckers gonna tell me, "Don't say that"? You the ones that we learned it from, I heard nigga back in 1971 So if I act like a pimp, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nappy headed hoe, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it (made me do it) If I shoot up your college, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I rob you of knowledge, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it (made me do it) Thank God when I bless the mic You finally get to hear the shit that you like A nigga talkin' 'bout real life So you can try to get this shit right Use your brain, not your back Use your brain, not a gat It's a party, not a jack (for real) Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there and show them that you equal (fuck them, fuck them) And don't be material, a nigga grew up on milk and cereal I never forgot Van Ness and imperial Look at my life, Ice Cube is a miracle It could be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spiritual 'Cause me and Allah go back like cronies I ain't got to be fake 'cause he is my homie (he is my homie) If I sell a little crack, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it (made me do it) If I die in Iraq, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it (made me do it) If I take you for granted, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet, ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it (made me do it) You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow, flow, flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow It's R-A-W, R-A-W Oh, yeah, and another thing For all y'all niggas that don't do gangsta rap Don't get on TV talkin' about gangsta rap 'Cause 9 times at a 10 you don't know the fuck you talking about Talk about that bullshit rap you do Stay the fuck out of mines

Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane, dippin' with that wood grain So fuckin' hood, mayne, they call me "The Boogeyman" (BOOM!) In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her "Louise Lane" Up on that Boulevard, 24's rotate Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate! Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint! Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (Movie star!) Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink! (Yay-yay!) That's how it's goin' down out here in California Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) Now pull in the parking lot, nigga, find a parking spot Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave. Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass! Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin' When we roll by, pussy still cookin' Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars If you don't like my face, bitch, look at my car! Keep it simple, I told you once befo' It really don't matter how I get you to the mo' It really don't matter how I get you in my low Just hop in, let's go, and let your friends know! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at! We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat West Coast, baby... With so much gravy You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that But never chase it, my game is so basic As soon as I lace it, baby, wanna taste it? Just face it, put me to the test Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success Fuck a Rockstar! We wanna party like a Rap Star In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!) You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's And we get lap-dance from nuns They put away they crucifix And they say, "Ice Cube, boy, you the shit!" Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) I see you lookin' at me We don't give a fuck! What you lookin' at? We gonna give it up! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at!

If you try to get wit me Pull a four on the fifty F**k yo monkey ass up like bobby did whitney Trigger fingers get itchy When niggaz get bitchy And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki Well you're green and you're iffy I'm clean and i'm spiffy If they lock me up today i'll be back in a jiffy All my niggaz that's wit me All my bitches are picky To ride around that's right on time Bitch you know it's tricky Take a hit of the sticky Everybody get tipsy When we hittin that whisky All my niggaz get pissy Don't f**k wit no sissy All we bumpin' is missy If you know where i am motherf**ker come get me I'm a man out of mickey All my niggaz love hickies That don't go away til ya well in your sixties All im wearin is dickies Dont try to evict me When we come to atlanta we gon re-open nickies Game i'm a gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it It's the don gotti Jr. slash motherf**kin' poet Sit back and take notes while i spin like 100 spokes My flow is razor sharp im comin' straight for ya throat With that west coast gang bang Watch him when his chain hang East coast down south Niggaz do the same thang Throw up ya dubs like wutang who bang Harder than that nigga barrellin' thru ya hood wit two chains Swangin' like he's nuts, cuz he don't give a f**k I know nigga that ain't bangin' in no khaki's or some chucks It's that westside, connected with that nigga who flow so wreckless He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, i bet this Motherf**kin' coast ain't got shit after me Ain't have shit before Cube except a Dub C The mack circle is back with mad purple in fact I'm bout to join the Lynch mob that's me squirtin' the mack