Ice Cube - Really Doe Lyrics
{*gun shot*}Aint nobody talkin when Im talkin fellas so shut the ***** up!{slick rick sample repeats in background:And who the ***** are you? }[ice cube]Ohh.. steppin up in my mother*****in uhh..Chuck taylors, knick kickers, wallabees, ? ?On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501sOn my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirtYou know, with the fat three creasesUhh, my t-shirt, slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirtUmm, and I got the k-cutter, in my, in my pocketUhh, got the afro, the braidsMother*****in uhh, rollersYou got to believe, somethin..And I just ask my mother*****in self, uhhI got to believe in me..{and who the ***** are you? }{and who the ***** are you? }[ice cube]To g or not to g, is the questionAnd like smith told wessonIm shady with the .380 old school diplomaIll leave that ass in a coma, soIf you got a herringbone, _welcome to the terrordome_Two-eleven, sorry reverendOh my god, gettin robbedReach for the small, atomic dogHard to swallow, janky as rolloCount to ten, and dont try to followCause just like waco, I can take fo ---- atf, to they deathBust a left on western, go and get a roomDont want to be a felon like stacey koonGet the right *****, hit the light switch, here we goTap that ass like this - really doeYou got to believe, somethin..West side lench mobI got to believe in me..Cause Im a mother*****in gCause Im a mother-*****in..{and who the ***** are you? }[ice cube]Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vaporsMake me a pillow out of toilet paperConcrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoidsEses deep, dont ***** with dem boysPhone check, co-llect call from the ballerHer mama said please dont call herDo-wah-diddy, far from +new jack city+Seen one of my peers, what the ***** you doin in here?He said, one-eighty-seven on the enemyAnd they treat me like I just shot a kennedy!Deputy ***** thinks shes the queen beeInk on my thumb, index, and pinkySir, what set you from? play dumbGeneral popu-la-tionMama put your house up, and I can bounce upOut this mother*****er, thats why I love yaOut like a boss, with a half-pint of sauceGot the shit sewed up like betsy rossWhat a friend know? buy some indoNever ***** with a silly ho - really doeYou got to believe, somethin..Really doe, *****I got to believe in me..Cause Im a mother*****in gGod damn Im a mother*****in gYou got to believe, somethin..Yup, thats rightI got to believe in me..Cause Im a mother*****in gGod damn Im a..{and who the ***** are you? }Knock you out like nyquil, Ill kill you quickYou sucker-for-love-ass trickSo dont run up, wit ya gun upCause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shakerCause we can play hookie in the _aqua boogie_With concrete nikes, ya gets no stripesLivin unforgiven with the mic onAnd punks runnin like roaches with the light onAnd thats all the shit Im startinBust a cap (ka-kow-pow) like jerome on martinYou lookin for a punk with benefitsCause you got a baby, that take many shitsAnd you know I got a grip like a baby on a titScopin hopin, thighs openBut I kick back, six-pack, and hit the phillie slowHooker hoe - really doeYou got to believe, somethin..Ice cube, yupI got to believe in me..Cause Im a mother*****in gGod damn Im a mother*****in gYou got to believe, somethin..Really doe - west sideI got to believe in me..Cause Im a mother*****in gMother*****in o, mother*****in gYou got to believe, somethin..East sideI got to believe in me..{and who the ***** are you? }{and who the ***** are you? }You got to believe, somethin..South.. sideI got to believe in me..Cause Im a mother*****in gG, g, g, mother*****in gYou got to believe, somethin..North sideI got to believe in me..{and who the ***** are you? }{and who the ***** are you? }You got to believe, somethin..I got to believe in me..{and who the ***** are you? }
