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Ice Cube
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| What Can I Do?
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Feat. Mack 10
[sampled announcer]
In any country, prison is where society sends its 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 Im in the mix
Its 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 kis
Infest my hood with crack, Im the mack
It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now Im hittin switches, niggaz want my riches
Used to get 18, when my G was alive
Now a ki is 13-5
Eighty-nines the number, another summer
(Get down!) Police aint 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, its 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
Im 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 Im happy cause I only got 36 months
I never picked up a book
cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH)
Cant 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 its ninety-fo
Back in L.A., and Im bailin through the do
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at
me sayin aint nuttin poppin from here to the L.B.
What you tell me?
No it aint crackin, everybodys jackin for a Coupe
Since, they sent in the troops
Even though I got muscle, that aint my hustle
Takin a niggas 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 its 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 Im dumpin
Thats 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 Im on the run, with a gun
and this fool I dont know, pedal to the flo
Swervin, servin all of the pigs
Just because they tryin to split my wig
Im in custody, L.A.P.D.
One more felony, strike number three
Twenty-five to life in cell block two
Its true, thats 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 its failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
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