Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down For Whatever, artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 27.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down For Whatever |
| 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. |