Intro. 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..