ice cube - doin' what it 'pose 2do lyrics
“thinkin about what he gon’ do now”
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground”
“gangster”
“ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground”
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground”
“gangster”
“ride through the hood, ride through the hood”
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground”
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground”
“ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground”
“gangster”
“low, low to the, ll-low to the ground”
[chorus: ice cube]
you see my lo’ lo’ (doin what it ‘pose to do)
and that fo’ do’ (doin what it ‘pose to do)
you know my big watch (doin what it ‘pose to do)
i make the b-tches watch (doin what it ‘pose to do)
i see that big -ss (doin what it ‘pose to do)
when you walk p-ss (doin what it ‘pose to do)
you know my sh-t shine (doin what it ‘pose to do)
i make the b-tch mind (doin what it ‘pose to do)
[ice cube]
had to come through, shine on you n-gg-z
stop lyin on a n-gg-, got my nine on your liver (click clack)
f-ck around and go blind on a n-gg-
do time for a n-gg-, put your mind on your mirror (poo pow!)
all you n-gg-z that’s materialistic
don’t f-ck wit’cha boy or become a statistic
ice cube is very artistic
but i’m still from the hood, will take your existence
so muhf-ckers tryna scratch my paint
it’s west coast in the house, what the f-ck you thank? (the f-ck you thank?)
i’m big bank guy, spent on my outfit
’cause i’m fly and your -ss ain’t about sh-t
i let that bullsh-t do what it ‘pose to do
go to the club, grab me a hoe or two
understand, god has a chosen few
f-ck around, and i’ll put some holes in you
[chorus]
[ice cube]
now e’ry muhf-cker in here b-tchin, we rollin
in that big body wide thang, a n-gg- patrollin
y’all jealous of the -ss that a n-gg- be holdin
ain’t scared of the po’ po’ and what they patrollin?
gotta job muhf-cker, i work for myself
i got benefits b-tch, dental and health
i do it 24/7, i rob 7-11
if i had to, i take it straight back to heaven
+witta att-tude+, i got the range blowed out
so if you jack me homey, i never jump out (no!)
i just tickle these switches and tickle these b-tches
that’s lickin all on my paint job like liquorish
i know a lotta dances, they call me jolly ranchers
’cause i shine like rudolph, n-gg- f-ck prancer!
ice cube, reflect like chrome (bling!)
when i’m in the hood, i run it like rome (yi-yay!)
[chorus]
[ice cube]
call her -ss right there, she got that kush
and i’ma run all through it like reggie bush
and i’ma hit that bush like george bush
in the middle of the night like a crook
don’t f-ck with her, her -ss is average
only f-ck with the ones with the whole package
who gives a f-ck if yo’ -ss look good
if yo’ -ss can’t cook good, that’s on the hood (that’s on the hood)
fine b-tches, you sh-t out of luck
’cause i’m prolly gon’ eat more than i f-ck (more than i f-ck)
you got do it all, not just send them all
cook and cleaning, love a n-gg-‘s sh-tty drawers
naw, i’ll keep you flossin up at ready tellers
the kinda sh-t that make them other b-tches jealous
pull up, jump out, i’m like new money
and watch the bees in the house come and get the honey
[chorus]
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground” [cube:] yeah
“ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground” [cube:] show out
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground” [cube:] show out
“ride through the hood, ride through the hood” [cube:] n-gg-, i’ma show out
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground” [cube:] show out
“ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground” [cube:] show out
“ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood”
“keep it low to the ground” [cube:] show out n-gg-, show out
“low, low to the, ll-low to the ground” [cube:] show out
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