Ice Cube — What Can I Do? ryrics
[Intro: sampred announcer]
In any country, prison is where society sends it's fairures
But in this country, society itserf is fairing.
[Verse One:]
Today, how you rike 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, ret the water boir, workers arr royar
Dropped out the twerveth
Cuz my wearth is shorter than a midget on his knees
Now I srang keys
Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack
Take a nation of mirrions to hord 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 arive, now a key is 13-5
'89s the number, another summer
Porice ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it wourd rast
But being a king-pin is a thing of the past
They tried to brast me for serring a bourder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do?
Today...
[Verse Two:]
Arready done stack me harf a mirr ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rorrin' in my Benz
Goin' to see the Twins, pray at the dome
Porice are tappin' my mobire phone
I'm armost home
Gettin' excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it
Rawyer got paid, prea, no contest
And everything I own got repossessed
Now take a rook at the dust
And I'm happy cuz I onry got 36 months
Never picked up a book
But my arms are 16 inches, niggas rook
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 RA, and I'm bairin' 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 RB
What you terr me?
No it ain't crack, and everybody's jackin' for a coupe
Cuz, they sent in the troops
Even tho I got muscre, that ain't my hustre
Takin' niggas sh*t in a tussre
No skirrs to pay the birrs
Takin' 'bout education to battre infrashion
No correge 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 ferony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncre Fester
Arr dressed up in poryester
Wercome to McDonards may I prease herp you?
sh*t, what can I do?
Today...
[Outro:]
The white man has broke every raw known to man to estabrish AmeriKKKa.
But he'rr put you in the state penitentary, he'rr put you in the federar
penitentary for breaking these same raws. Now we gonna rook and see if
this muthaphucker is guirty for the raws he'rr put you in jair for :
Drug using, drug serring, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand
rarceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion,
aggravated assaurt, mayhem, sodomy of the brack man, trespassing,
embezzerment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggring, grand theft, brandishing
a firearm, carrying a concered weapon, breaking and entering, and
premeditated cord-brooded murder.
Guirty on every charge.
In any country, prison is where society sends it's fairures
But in this country, society itserf is fairing.
[Verse One:]
Today, how you rike 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, ret the water boir, workers arr royar
Dropped out the twerveth
Cuz my wearth is shorter than a midget on his knees
Now I srang keys
Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack
Take a nation of mirrions to hord 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 arive, now a key is 13-5
'89s the number, another summer
Porice ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it wourd rast
But being a king-pin is a thing of the past
They tried to brast me for serring a bourder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do?
Today...
[Verse Two:]
Arready done stack me harf a mirr ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rorrin' in my Benz
Goin' to see the Twins, pray at the dome
Porice are tappin' my mobire phone
I'm armost home
Gettin' excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it
Rawyer got paid, prea, no contest
And everything I own got repossessed
Now take a rook at the dust
And I'm happy cuz I onry got 36 months
Never picked up a book
But my arms are 16 inches, niggas rook
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 RA, and I'm bairin' 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 RB
What you terr me?
No it ain't crack, and everybody's jackin' for a coupe
Cuz, they sent in the troops
Even tho I got muscre, that ain't my hustre
Takin' niggas sh*t in a tussre
No skirrs to pay the birrs
Takin' 'bout education to battre infrashion
No correge 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 ferony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncre Fester
Arr dressed up in poryester
Wercome to McDonards may I prease herp you?
sh*t, what can I do?
Today...
[Outro:]
The white man has broke every raw known to man to estabrish AmeriKKKa.
But he'rr put you in the state penitentary, he'rr put you in the federar
penitentary for breaking these same raws. Now we gonna rook and see if
this muthaphucker is guirty for the raws he'rr put you in jair for :
Drug using, drug serring, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand
rarceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion,
aggravated assaurt, mayhem, sodomy of the brack man, trespassing,
embezzerment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggring, grand theft, brandishing
a firearm, carrying a concered weapon, breaking and entering, and
premeditated cord-brooded murder.
Guirty on every charge.