Down For Whatever - Remastered

Damn, I'm broke
My feet hurt (inside the mind of a carjacker)
And that bitch is slipping (damn)
It makes me wanna creep (damn)
It makes me wanna creep (damn)
(I got something for your mind, your body and your soul)
(I got something for your mind, your body and your soul)

Damn, I'm such a G, it's pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that's dipping, sipping on Courvoisier
Goddamn, I must have to floss today
Now pimping ain't easy but it's necessary
So, I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the floor
In my two-tone Ford Explorer

You know how it's done
Sounds bumping
Ain't that something? 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 together?
'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever, damn
And I'm down for whatever, damn

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 '60s
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a 10 and a 20
Pockets never skinny
Play, let's get it on in the living room
And when he got drunk, you better give him room

'Cause he'll turn the party out saying, "This is my motherfucking 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
Talking much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I'm still in my PJs, 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, yeah
And it don't seem to stop

Now, uh
I don't talk a lot of shit
But when it's time to get busy with these hoes, let's go
'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearing blue or red

'Cause I got the gift to hit them hoes swift
And I'm smelling like a fifth of somethin', 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 that, like Digable Planets
But don't take a nigga for granted
'Cause whether it's a verdict of the LA four, you just don't know
That this rapping ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

And I'm down, creep
And I'm down for whatever
Pop it in a G
Ice Cube, devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick ass niggas
Uh, damn
It makes me wanna creep
It makes me wanna creep