| Damn.
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| I’m broke.
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| My feet hurt.
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| (Inside the mind of a car jacker)
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| And that bitch is slippin.
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| It makes me wanna.creep.
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| It makes me wanna.creep.
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| Verse One
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| Damn, I’m such a G it’s pathetic
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| Here comes the big-headed
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| Nigga that’s dippin
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| Sippin on Courvoisier
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| Goddamn I must havta floss today
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| Now pimpin aint easy but it’s necessary
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| So I’m chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry
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| I’ll put the pedal to the flo-uh
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| In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
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| You know how it’s done
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| Sounds bumpin
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| Ain’t that sumthin?
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| Jumped on the 110
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| She’s flyin in the Blazer
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| Like Go Speed Racer
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| But I ain’t gonna chase her
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| Like Racer X But I won’t flex
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| Til it’s time to have sex
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| So when you wanna get togetha?
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| Cause you know a nigga like me Is down for whatever
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| And I’m down for whatever
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| Verse Two
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| When I was little I didn’t wanna be like Mike
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| I wanted to be like Ike
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| Cause
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| Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
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| And he liked green like Bill Bixby
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| Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
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| Pokets never skinny
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| Played let’s get it on in the living room |
| Cause he’ll turn the party out sayin, This is MY muthafuckin house
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| And y’all gots to go Through the door
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| And if you can’t find the door
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| He’ll help you with the four-four
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| Talkin much shit on the grass
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| And straight down to blast
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| I’m still in my p.j.'s
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| He’s in a turtleneck sweater
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| And we down for whatever
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| And I’m down
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| Solid Pro is down for whatever
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| The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
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| And it don’t seem to stop
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| Verse Three
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| Now
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| I don’t talk a lot of shit
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| But when it’s time to get busy with these hos, let’s go Cause I’d rather see a skinhead dead
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| Then my niggas wearin blue or red
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| Cause I got the gift
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| To hit these hos swift
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| And I’m smellin like a fifth
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| Of sumthin
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| I’m standin in the store
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| Koreans
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| Act so nice
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| Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
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| Donut
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| And you know what?
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| I’m Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets
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| But don’t take a nigga for granted
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| Cause whether it’s a verdict of the L.A. four
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| You just don’t know
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| That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather
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| And be down for whatever |
| Outro
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| And I’m down
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| Creep.
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| And I’m down for whatever
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| Ice Cube — devoid of pop
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| And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas
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| It makes me wanna.creep.
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| It makes me wanna.creep. |