Really Doe Ice Cube

[Intro: Ice Cube, Sample, Slick Rick & Pointer Sisters]
(*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?)

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
"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