Ice Cube

Ice Cube - What Can I Do lyrics

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In any country  prison is where society sends it's failures
 But in this country  society itself is failing.

 Verse One:

 Today  how you like me now  I'm in the mix?
 It's 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota
 Got the baking soda  let the water boil  workers all loyal
 Dropped out the twelveth
 Cuz my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees
 Now I slang keys
 Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack
 Take a nation of millions to hold me back
 Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
 Now I'm hittin' switches, niggas want my riches
 Used to get 18 when my G was alive, now a key is 13-5
 '89s the number, another summer
 Police ain't get no dumber
 Streets dried up, used to think it would last
 But being a king-pin is a thing of the past
 They tried to blast me for selling a boulder
 Now I got my ass in Minnesota
 Got my own crew, it's on brand new

 Damn, what can I do?

 Today...

 Verse Two:

 Already done stack me half a mill ticket
 Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it
 Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rollin' in my Benz
 Goin' to see the Twins, play at the dome
 Police are tappin' my mobile phone
 I'm almost home
 Gettin' excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it
 Lawyer got paid, plea, no contest
 And everything I own got repossessed
 Now take a look at the dust
 And I'm happy cuz I only got 36 months
 Never picked up a book
 But my arms are 16 inches, niggas look
 Can't wait for '92 so I can get with my crew
 And see, what can I do?

 Today...


 Verse Three:

 Phucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo
 Back in LA, and I'm bailin' in the dough
 Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch
 So where to work at, and niggas smirk at
 Me say ain't nuttin' poppin from here to the LB
 What you tell me?
 No it ain't crack, and everybody's jackin' for a coupe
 Cuz, they sent in the troops
 Even tho I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
 Takin' niggas sh*t in a tussle
 No skills to pay the bills
 Takin' 'bout education to battle inflashion
 No college degree, just a dumb ass G
 (Yeah you Nigga, 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?
 sh*t, what can I do?

 Today...

 Outro:

 The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa.
 But he'll put you in the state penitentary, he'll put you in the federal
 penitentary for breaking these same laws. Now we gonna look and see if
 this muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he'll put you in jail for :

 Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand
 larceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion,
 aggravated assault, mayhem, sodomy of the black man, trespassing,
 embezzelment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing
 a firearm, carrying a conceled weapon, breaking and entering, and
 premeditated cold-blooded murder.

 Guilty on every charge
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Copyrights:

Author: Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, O'Shea Jackson, Victor Nathan Taylor

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: Lethal Injection (1993)

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