Down for Whatever

She's flyin' in the blazer like Go Speed Racer
It makes me wanna creep

Solid pro is down for whatever
Of sumthin, yeah, that's right
Sippin' on Courvoisier
And if you can't find the door
But I ain't gonna chase her like racer X

Damn, it makes me wanna creep

Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin'
'Cause papa was a Rolling Stone in the sixties
Goddamn, I must have the floss today
He'll help you with the four-four
Than my niggas wearin' blue or red
And I'm down
So when you wanna get togetha?
But when it's time to get busy with these ho's, let's go
And I'm down, creep
And when he got drunk, you'll better give him room

Talkin' much shit on the grass
Sounds bumpin', ain't that sumthin'?
I'm standin in the store, Koreans act so nice
The don Jaguar is down for whatever
Jumped on the 110
'Cause you know, a nigga like me
"This is my muthafuckin' house"

I'm cool like dat like digable planets
Played 'Let's get it on' in the living room
'Cause he'll turn the party out sayin',

And he liked Green just like Bill Bixby
And straight down to blast

And be down for whatever
'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
And y'all got to go through the door
I got something for your mind, your body and your soul
And it don't seem to stop
I'm still in my P.J's
'Cause whether it's a verdict or the L.A. four, you just don't know

But don't take a nigga for granted
Ice Cube, devoid of pop
He's in a turtleneck sweater and we down for whatever
Damn, I'm such a G, it's pathetic
When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike, I wanted to be like Ike
But I won't flex, 'til it's time to have sex

'Cause I got the gift
In my two-tone Ford explo-uh, you know how it's done
That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather
'Cause I got potentials to blow up a winchells
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty, pockets never skinny
And that bitch is slippin'
And I'm down for whatever, bumpin' in your jeep
I got something for your mind, your body and your soul
Now, I don't talk a lot of shit
I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh
To hit them ho's swift
So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry

Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
Donut and you know what?
And I'm smellin' like a fifth
Damn, it makes me wanna creep

And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

Is down for whatever, down and I'm down for whatever, down