Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Can I Do?(Clean) , by - Ice Cube. Release date: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
What Can I Do?(Clean) |
| Tadow, how you like me now, I’m in the mix? |
| It’s 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota |
| Got the baking soda, let the water boil, workers all loyal |
| Dropped out the twelfth |
| Cuz my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees |
| Now I slang keys |
| Infest my hood with crack, cuz I’m the mack |
| Take a nation of millions to hold me back |
| Too big for my britches, and I got bitches |
| Now I’m hittin' switches, niggas want my riches |
| Used to get 18 when my G was alive, now a key is 13−5 |
| '89s the number, another summer |
| Police ain’t get no dumber |
| Streets dried up, used to think it would last |
| But being a king-pin is a thing of the past |
| They tried to blast me for sellin' a boulder |
| Now I got my ass in Minnesota |
| Got my own crew, it’s on brand new |
| Damn, what can I do? |
| Tadow… |
| Already done stack me half a mill ticket |
| Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it |
| Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rollin' in my 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 |
| And everything I own got repossessed |
| Now take a look at the dust |
| And I’m happy cuz I only got 36 months |
| Never picked up a book |
| But my arms are 16 inches, niggas look |
| Can’t wait for '92 so I can get with my crew |
| And see, what can I do? |
| Tadow… |
| Phucked up in the pen, now it’s ninety-fo |
| Back in LA, and I’m bailin' in the dough |
| Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch |
| So where to work at, and niggas smirk at |
| Me say ain’t nuttin' poppin from here to the LB |
| What you tell me? |
| No it ain’t crack, and everybody’s jackin' for a coupe |
| Cuz, they sent in the troops |
| Even though I got muscle, that ain’t my hustle |
| Takin' niggas' shit in a tussle |
| No skills to pay the bills |
| Takin' 'bout education to battle inflation |
| No college degree, just a dumb ass G |
| (Yeah you Nigga), 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? |
| Shit, what can I do? |
| Tadow… |
| The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa, |
| but he’ll put you in the state penitentary, he’ll put you in the federal |
| penitentary for breaking these same laws. |
| Now we gonna look and see if this |
| motherfucker is guilty for the laws he’ll put you in jail for: |
| Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand larceny, |
| rape, racketeering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion, aggravated assault, |
| mayhem, sodomy of the black man, trespassing, embezzelment, purgery, |
| kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing a firearm, carrying a |
| concealed weapon, breaking and entering, and premeditated cold-blooded murder |
| Guilty on every charge |