Текст песни Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do - Ice Cube
Thinkin'
about
what
he
gon'
do
next
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride
through
the
hood
Ride
through
the
hood
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Low,
low
to
the
grown
Low
to
the
ground
You
see
my
lo'
lo'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
And
that
fo'
do'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
big
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
bi*ches
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
see
that
big
ass
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
When
you
walk
past
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
sh*t
shine
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
bi*ch
mind
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
Had
to
come
through,
shine
on
you
ni*az
Stop
lyin'
on
a
nigga,
got
my
nine
on
your
liver
F*ck
around
and
go,
blind
on
a
n*ga
Do
time
for
a
ni*ga,
put
your
mind
on
your
mirror
All
you
ni*gaz
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
motherf*ckers
tryin'
scratch
my
paint
It's
West
Coast
in
the
house,
what
the
f*ck
you
thank?
I'm
big
bank
guy,
spent
on
my
outfit
'Cause
I'm
fly
and
your
ass
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
You
see
my
lo'
lo'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
And
that
fo'
do'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
big
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
bi*ches
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
see
that
big
ass
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
When
you
walk
past
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
sh*t
shine
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
bi*ch
mind
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
Now
e'ry
motherf*cker
in
here
bi*chin',
we
rollin'
In
that
big
body
wide
t*ang,
a
ni*ga
patrollin'
Y'all
jealous
of
the
ass
that
a
ni*ga
be
holdin'
Ain't
scared
of
the
po'
po'
and
what
they
patrollin'?
Gotta
job
motherf*cker,
I
work
for
myself
I
got
benefits
bitch,
dental
and
health
I
do
it
24-7,
I
rob
7-11
If
I
had
to,
I
take
it
straight
back
to
heaven
'Witta
Attitude',
I
got
the
Range
blowed
out
So
if
you
jack
me
homey,
I
never
jump
out
I
just
tickle
these
switches
and
tickle
these
bi*ches
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,
nigga
f*ck
Prancer
Ice
Cube,
reflect
like
chrome
When
I'm
in
the
hood,
I
run
it
like
Rome
You
see
my
lo'
lo'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
And
that
fo'
do'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
big
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
b*tches
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
see
that
big
ass
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
When
you
walk
past
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
sh*t
shine
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
b*tch
mind
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
Call
her
ass
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
ass
is
average
Only
f*ck
with
the
ones
with
the
whole
package
Who
gives
a
f*ck
if
yo'
ass
look
good
If
yo'
ass
can't
cook
good,
that's
on
the
hood
Fine
bitches,
you
shit
out
of
luck
'Cause
I'm
pro'ly
gon'
eat
more
than
I
f*ck
You
got
do
it
all,
not
just
send
them
all
Cook
and
cleaning,
love
a
nigga'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
You
see
my
lo'
lo'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
And
that
fo'
do'
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
big
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
bi*ches
watch
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
see
that
big
ass
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
When
you
walk
pass
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
You
know
my
sh*t
shine
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
I
make
the
b*tch
mind
(Doin'
what
it
'pose
2do)
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride
through
the
hood
Ride
through
the
hood
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride,
ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Ride
through
the
hood
Keep
it
low
to
the
ground
Low,
low
to
the
ground
Low,
low
to
the
ground
1 Pockets Stay Fat
2 Holla @ Cha' Boy
3 Spittin' Pollaseeds
4 Steal the Show
5 Child Support
6 Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)
7 Smoke Some Weed
8 Smoke Some Weed
9 Why We Thugs
10 Why We Thugs
11 Definition of a West Coast G (intro)
12 Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do
13 Laugh Now, Cry Later
14 Stop Snitchin'
15 Chrome and Paint
16 Chrome & Paint
17 Chrome & Paint
18 Chrome & Paint
19 The Game Lord
20 The Game Lord
21 Click, Clack - Get Back!
22 Click, Clack - Get Back!
23 Growin' Up
24 Growin' Up
25 A History of Violence (Skit)
26 A History of Violence
27 A History of Violence
28 The Nigga Trapp
29 The N***a Trapp
30 The N***a Trap
31 The N***a Trap
32 Go to Church
33 Go to Church
34 Go to Church
35 Stop Snitchin'
36 Laugh Now, Cry Later
37 Dimes & Nicks (A Call from Mike Epps)
38 Child Support
39 2 Decades Ago (Insert)
40 Two Decades Ago
41 Doin' What It 'Pose 2do
42 Steal the Show
43 You Gotta Lotta That
44 You Gotta Lotta That
45 Spittin' Pollaseeds
46 Spittin' Pollaseeds
47 Spittin' Pollaseeds
48 Holla @ Cha' Boy
49 Run
50 Dick Tease
51 Growin' Up (explicit version)
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