Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Can I Do?, artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
What Can I Do? |
| In any country, prison is where society sends it’s failures |
| But in this country, society itself is failing. |
| Verse One: |
| Today, 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 twelveth |
| 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 selling a boulder |
| Now I got my ass in Minnesota |
| Got my own crew, it’s on brand new |
| Damn, what can I do? |
| Today… |
| Verse Two: |
| 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, indited, 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? |
| Today… |
| Verse Three: |
| 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 tho I got muscle, that ain’t my hustle |
| Takin’niggas sh*t in a tussle |
| No skills to pay the bills |
| Takin''bout education to battle inflashion |
| 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? |
| sh*t, what can I do? |
| Today… |
| Outro: |
| 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 muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he’ll put you in jail for: |
| Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand |
| larceny, rape, racketering, 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 conceled weapon, breaking and entering, and |
| premeditated cold-blooded murder. |
| Guilty on every charge. |