Really Doe Lyrics

Ice Cube


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: O'Shea Jackson, Larry Darnell Goodman, Derrick G. Mcdowell, Norman Whitfield, Gregory Jacobs, George Clinton, Jr., Walter Morrison, William Earl Collins
album: Track 2 in album Lethal Injection
release date: 1993-12-7
popularity : 8 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Conscious
length: 4:28

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Ice Cube Lethal Injection cover art
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To G or not to G, is the question
And like Smith told Wesson
I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma
I'll leave that *** 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 smog, "Atomic Dog"
Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Count to ten, and don't 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
Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Get the right *****, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that *** like this really doe

"You got to believe, somethin"
West Side Lynch Mob
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a **********in G
Cause I'm a mother-****in

Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids;
Eses deep, don't **** with dem boys
Phone check, collect call from the baller
Her mama said please don't call her
Do-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 enemy
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!"
Deputy ***** thinks she's 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 ************, that's why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the **** sewed up like Betsy Ross
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never **** with a silly ho really doe

"You got to believe, somethin"
West Side Lynch Mob
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a **********in G
Cause I'm a mother-****in

Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-*** trick
So don't 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 that's all the **** I'm 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 ***
Scopin', hopin', thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker ho really doe

"You got to believe, somethin"
West Side Lynch Mob
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a **********in G
Cause I'm a mother-****in

"You got to believe, somethin"
West Side Lynch Mob
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a **********in G
Cause I'm a mother-****in


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 The Shot (intro)
  • 2 Really Doe
  • 3 Ghetto Bird
  • 4 You Know How We Do It
  • 5 Cave Bitch
  • 6 Bop Gun (One Nation)
  • 7 What Can I Do?
  • 8 Lil Ass Gee
  • 9 Make It Ruff, Make It Smooth
  • 10 Down for Whatever
  • 11 Enemy
  • 12 When I Get to Heaven