You Can Do It

Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up and hurra
Uh, Ice Cube baby
Ninety-nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something

You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

Tic-tic-boom, hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like an athlete
Life ain't a track meet, it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till the day we die
Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim, you got to think to win

And if I drink this here
Everybody will know it 'cause I ain't going for it
So pray to the lord that I don't pull out, cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling, make the clip traveling, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit, baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips, baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days, you got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah

Don't stop get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date

But when we hit checkmate with 'Ice Cube The Great'
As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch

Don't stop get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes, while other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit, passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit, OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit, niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shooting 'cause I had the wife whooping

I come from padres gold in oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for playa hating, mack paper chasing
Came out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it, don't stop till I get it

Don't stop get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do, it put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it

Don't stop get it, get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your ass into it

We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication?
Yeah uh huh, Ice Cube, West side connection
Know how we do?
We puttin' it down, constantly
Get your ass up and hurra



Credits
Writer(s): John Robie, Arthur Henry Baker, Donald Lavert Saunders, Afrika Bambaataa, Robert Durrell Allen, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Ellis Williams, O'shea Jackson, John B. Miller
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