Damn, I'm broke, my feet hurt

(Inside the mind of a car jacker)

And that bitch is slippin'

Damn, it makes me wanna creep

Damn, it makes me wanna creep

I got something for your mind, your body and your soul

I got something for your mind, your body and your soul 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 the 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-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 ***

So when you wanna get togetha?

'Cause you know, a nigga like me

Is down for whatever, down and I'm down for whatever, down 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 got drunk, you'll better give him room

'Cause he'll turn the party out sayin',

"This is my muthafuckin' house" And y'all got to go through the door

And if you can't find the door

He'll help you with the four-four Talkin' much *** 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 Now, I don't talk a lot of ***

But when it's time to get busy with these ho's, 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 them ho's 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 or 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, bumpin' in your jeep

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