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