Down For Whatever

Ice Cube

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Office Space

1999

Lyrics

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. 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' 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 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 won't flex Til it's time to have sex So when you want to get together? Cause you know a nigga like me Is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little I didn't want to 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 And hwne he gets drunk you 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 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 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 somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans Act so nice Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells Doughnut 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.