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| Ice Cube Bootlegs & B-Sides What Can I Do? (Remix) Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics. [sampled announcer] In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself is failing [Ice Cube] Hellll yeah! Uhh.. Ta-dow! Uhh.. Ta-dow! Uhh.. Ta-dow! UHH! Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda Let the water boil, workers all loyal Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack +It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+ Too big for my britches, and I got bitches Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches Used to get 18, when my G was alive Now a ki' is 13-5 Eighty-nine's the number, another summer (Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber Streets dried up, used to think it would last But being a kingpin is a thing of the past They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder Now I got my ass in Minnesota Got my own crew, it's on brand new Damn, what can I do? Oooh Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Fool [Ice Cube] Already done stacked me half a meal ticket Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it Now I got ends, wavin to my friends Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone I'm almost home Gettin excited, indicted Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest cause everything I own, got repossessed Now take a look at the dust And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months I never picked up a book cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH) Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew and see, what can I do Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? [Ice Cube] Fucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo' Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do' Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B. What you tell me? No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe Since, they sent in the troops Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle No skills, to pay the bills Talkin about education to battle inflation No college degree, just a dumb ass G (Yeah you fool..) Who me? I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes Took some advice from my Uncle Fester All dressed up in polyester Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? [Mack 10] Yeah you can help me punk Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin That's on my momma Ay homeboy, while you at it gimme large fries, a strawberry shake A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life [Ice Cube] Can I roll wit you? What can I do? Now I'm on the run, with a gun and this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo' Swervin, servin all of the pigs Just because they tryin to split my wig I'm in custody, L.A.P.D. One more felony, strike number three Twenty-five to life in cell block two It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do? Ice Cube.. what can I do, what can I do? What can I do, oooh [sampled announcer] In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself is failing |
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