What Can I Do? (Feat. Mack 10) (Westside Remix)
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In any country, prison is where society sends its failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
Hell yeah!
Uh, ta-dow
Uh, ta-dow
Ta-dow
Ta-dow, how you like me now I'm in the mix?
It's 1986 and I got the fix
With a chicken and a quarter, got the bakin' soda
Let the water boil, workers all loyal
Copped out the twelfth 'cause my wealth is shorter
Than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's
Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
It take a nation of millions to hold me back
Too big for my britches, and I got riches
Now I'm hittin' switches, fools want my riches
Used to get 18 when my G was alive
Now a key is 13-5
Eighty-nine's the number, another summer (Get down)
Police ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a kingpin is a thang of the past
They tried to blast me for slangin' a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do? Ooh
Ta-dow (What can I do?), ta-dow (What can I do?)
Ta-dow, how you like me now?
Ta-dow (What can I do?), ta-dow (What can I do?)
Ta-dow, how you like me now, fool?
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, I'm almost home
Gettin' excited, indicted
Spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it
Lawyer got paid, plea: no contest
And everything I own got repossessed
Now take a look at the ducks
And I'm happy 'cause I only got thirty-six months
Never picked up a book
But my arms are sixteen inches, fool, look (Ooh)
Can't wait for '92 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 you like me now?
Ta-dow (What can I do?), ta-dow (What can I do?)
Ta-dow, how you like me now?
Nutted up in the pen', now it's '94
Back in L.A. and I'm bailin' through the door
Everybody know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at? And homies smirk at
Me sayin' ain't nothin' poppin' from here to the L.B
What you tellin' me? No, it ain't crackin'
Everybody's jackin' for a coupe
'Cause they sick in the tooth
Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
Takin' fools' ends 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, it's 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 McDonald's, may I please help you?"
Yeah, you can help me, punk
Give me all of the money or I'm dumpin', that's on my mama
Ayy, homeboy, while you at it, give me large fries
A strawberry shake, a Big Mac, 'cause this mack 10 fo' life
Can I roll with you? (Come on) What can I do?
Now I'm on the run with a gun
And this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
Swervin', servin' all of the pigs
Just because they tryna split my wig
I'm in custody, LAPD
One more felony, strike number three
Twenty-five to life in cell block two
Damn, that's what I gotta do, ooh
Ta-dow (What can I do?), ta-dow (What can I do?)
Ta-dow, how you like me now?
Ta-dow (What can I do?), ta-dow (What can I do?)
Ta-dow, how you like me now?
Westside
What can I do? What can I do?
Ice Cube
What can I do? What can I do?
What can I do? Ooh
In any country, prison is where society sends its failures
But in this country, society itself is failing