Down for Whatever

But I ain't gonna chase her like racer X
So when you wanna get togetha?

He'll help you with the four-four
'Cause I got potentials to blow up a winchells

I'm still in my P.J's
It makes me wanna creep
"This is my muthafuckin' house"
And if you can't find the door

I'm cool like dat like digable planets
So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry
That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather
Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
And I'm down
And y'all got to go through the door
Than my niggas wearin' blue or red
But don't take a nigga for granted
Jumped on the 110

And I'm smellin' like a fifth
Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin'
And he liked Green just like Bill Bixby
But when it's time to get busy with these ho's, let's go
I got something for your mind, your body and your soul
Damn, it makes me wanna creep
He's in a turtleneck sweater and we down for whatever
And straight down to blast
And when he got drunk, you'll better give him room
When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike, I wanted to be like Ike
'Cause whether it's a verdict or the L.A. four, you just don't know
And it don't seem to stop
Of sumthin, yeah, that's right
Talkin' much shit on the grass
Ice Cube, devoid of pop
To hit them ho's swift

Sounds bumpin', ain't that sumthin'?
I'm standin in the store, Koreans act so nice

Donut and you know what?
'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
The don Jaguar is down for whatever
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas
I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh

And that bitch is slippin'

Now, I don't talk a lot of shit

Goddamn, I must have the floss today
And be down for whatever
And I'm down, creep
But I won't flex, 'til it's time to have sex
And I'm down for whatever, bumpin' in your jeep
'Cause he'll turn the party out sayin',
'Cause papa was a Rolling Stone in the sixties
In my two-tone Ford explo-uh, you know how it's done
She's flyin' in the blazer like Go Speed Racer
Damn, I'm such a G, it's pathetic
Damn, it makes me wanna creep
Sippin' on Courvoisier
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty, pockets never skinny
'Cause you know, a nigga like me
Is down for whatever, down and I'm down for whatever, down

Solid pro is down for whatever
'Cause I got the gift

Played 'Let's get it on' in the living room
I got something for your mind, your body and your soul