Really Doe - Ice Cube

Artist：ice cube
Songs Title：really doe
Aint nobody talkin when Im talkin fellas so shut the f**k up!
{slick rick sample repeats in background:
And who the f**k are you? }
Ohh.. steppin up in my motherf**kin uhh..
Chuck taylors, knick kickers, wallabees, ? ?
On my a** I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501s
On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt
You know, with the fat three creases
Uhh, my t-shirt, slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirt
Umm, and I got the k-cutter, in my, in my pocket
Uhh, got the afro, the braids
Motherf**kin uhh, rollers
You got to believe, somethin..
And I just ask my motherf**kin self, uhh
I got to believe in me..
{and who the f**k are you? }
{and who the f**k are you? }
To g or not to g, is the question
And like smith told wesson
Im shady with the .380 old school diploma
Ill leave that a** in a coma, so
If you got a herringbone, _welcome to the terrordome_
Two-eleven, sorry reverend
Oh my god, gettin robbed
Reach for the small, atomic dog
Hard to swallow, janky as rollo
Count to ten, and dont try to follow
Cause just like waco, I can take fo --
-- atf, to they death
Bust a left on western, go and get a room
Dont want to be a felon like stacey koon
Get the right b**ch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that a** like this - really doe
You got to believe, somethin..
West side lench mob
I got to believe in me..
Cause Im a motherf**kin g
Cause Im a mother-f**kin..
{and who the f**k are you? }
Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids
Eses deep, dont f**k with dem boys
Phone check, co-llect call from the baller
Her mama said please dont call her
Do-wah-diddy, far from new jack city
Seen one of my peers, what the f**k you doin in here?
He said, one-eighty-seven on the enemy
And they treat me like I just shot a kennedy!
Deputy b**ch thinks shes the queen bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
Sir, what set you from? play dumb
General popu-la-tion
Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
Out this motherf**ker, thats why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the sh*t sewed up like betsy ross
What a friend know? buy some indo
Never f**k with a silly ho - really doe
You got to believe, somethin..
Really doe, b**ch
I got to believe in me..
Cause Im a motherf**kin g
God damn Im a motherf**kin g
You got to believe, somethin..
Yup, thats right
I got to believe in me..
Cause Im a motherf**kin g
God damn Im a..
{and who the f**k are you? }
Knock you out like nyquil, Ill kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-a** trick
So dont run up, wit ya gun up
Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Cause we can play hookie in the _aqua boogie_
With concrete nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin like roaches with the light on
And thats all the sh*t Im startin
Bust a cap (ka-kow-pow) like jerome on martin
You lookin for a punk with benefits
Cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin hopin, thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the phillie slow
Hooker hoe - really doe
You got to believe, somethin..
Ice cube, yup
I got to believe in me..
Cause Im a motherf**kin g
God damn Im a motherf**kin g
You got to believe, somethin..
Really doe - west side
I got to believe in me..
Cause Im a motherf**kin g
Motherf**kin o, motherf**kin g
You got to believe, somethin..
East side
I got to believe in me..
{and who the f**k are you? }
{and who the f**k are you? }
You got to believe, somethin..
South.. side
I got to believe in me..
Cause Im a motherf**kin g
G, g, g, motherf**kin g
You got to believe, somethin..
North side
I got to believe in me..
{and who the f**k are you? }
{and who the f**k are you? }
You got to believe, somethin..
I got to believe in me..
{and who the f**k are you? }