Letra de Really Doe - Ice Cube

Alias Artístico: O'Shea Jackson Sr., O'Shea Jackson

INFORMACIÓN DEL SENCILLO:

"Really Doe" es una canción interpretada por Ice Cube, publicada en el álbum Lethal Injection

Fecha de lanzamiento: 12 de octubre del año 1993. 

Really Doe Lyrics


(*Gunshot*)

"Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin' fellas, so shut the fuck up!" (And who the fuck are you?)

Oh, stepping up in my motherfucking, uhh... (And who the fuck are you?)

Chuck Taylors, Knick-kickers, Wallabee's

On my ass, I got the, umm, um, Khakis, 501's (And who the fuck are you?)

On my back I got the, uhh, sweatshirt

You know, with the fat three creases

Uhh, my t-shirt, Slingshot, uhh, Khaki shirt (And who the fuck are you?)

Umm, and I got the Cake cutter in my—in my pocket

Uhh, got the Afro, the braids (And who the fuck are you?)

Motherfucking, uhh, rollers

You got to believe in something

And I just ask my motherfucking self, uhh

Why not believe in me? (And who the fuck are you? And who the fuck are you?)


"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 ass in a coma, so

If you got a herringbone, "Welcome to the Terrordome"

Two-eleven, sorry, Reverend

Oh, my god, getting 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 four

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 bitch, hit the light switch, here we go

Tap that ass like this, really doe


You got to believe in something

West Side, Lynch Mob

Why not believe in me?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin'...

(And who the fuck are you?)


Thirty in a holding tank, catch the vapors

Make me a pillow out of toilet paper

Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids;

Éses deep, don't fuck with them 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 fuck you doin' in here?"

He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy

And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!"

Deputy bitch 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 motherfucker, that's why I love ya

Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce

Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross

What a friend know? Buy some indo

Never fuck with a silly hoe, really doe


You got to believe in something

Really doe, bitch

Why not believe in me?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Goddamn, I'm a motherfuckin' G

You got to believe in something

Yup, that's right

Why not believe in me?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Goddamn, I'm a...

(And who the fuck are you?)


Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick

You sucker-for-love-ass trick

So don't run up with ya gun up

'Cause I got the backbreaker, double pump rump shaker

'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie

With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes

Living unforgiven with the mic on

And punks running like roaches with the light on

And that's all the shit I'm starting

Bust a cap (Ka-kow-pow!) like Jerome on Martin

You looking 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, sit back, and hit the Phillie slow

Hooker hoe, really doe


You got to believe in something

Ice Cube, yeah

Why not believe in me?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Goddamn, I'm a motherfuckin' G

You got to believe in something

Really doe, what?

Why not believe in me?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

A motherfuckin' O, motherfuckin' G

You got to believe in something

East Side

Why not believe in me?

Fuckin' G

(And who the fuck are you? And who the fuck are you?)

You got to believe in something

South Side

Why not believe in me?

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

G, G, G, motherfuckin' G, G

You got to believe in something

West Side

Why not believe in me?

Heh, know me

(And who the fuck are you? And who the fuck are you?)

You got to believe in something

Why not believe in me?

(And who the fuck are you?)



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VOTOS

¿Cuándo salió "Really Doe" de Ice Cube?
12 de octubre del año 1993


¿En qué álbum está "Really Doe" de Ice Cube?
Lethal Injection



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