What Can I Do? [Westside Remix]

(In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself, is failing) Hell yeah, uh Tadow, uh Tadow Tadow Tadow, how you like me now, I'm in the mix? It's 1986 and I got the fix with a chicken and a quota Got the baking soda, let the water boil, workers all loyal Dropped out the twelfth 'Cause my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees Now I slang keys 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 eighteen when my G was alive, now a ki' is thirteen-five '89s the number, another summer Police ain't get no dumber Streets dried up, used to think it would last But being a king pin is a thing of the past They tried to blast me for selling a boulder Now I got my ass in Minnesota Got my own crew, it's on brand new Damn, what can I do? Ooh Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, how ya like me now? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, how ya 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 Gonna see the Twins, play at the Dome Police start 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 dust And I'm happy 'cause I only got thirty six months Never picked up a book But my arms are 16 inches, fool, look Can't wait for '92 so I can get with my crew And see, what can I do Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, how ya like me now? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, how ya like me now? Nutted up in the pen, now it's 94 Back in L.A., and I'm bailin' through the do' Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch So where the work at? And homie's smirk at? Me sayin' ain't nothin' poppin' from here to the LB What you tellin' me? No, it ain't crackin', everybody's jackin' for a coupe Plus, they sent in the troops Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle Takin' fool's ends in a tussle No skills to pay the bills Takin' 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 Gimme large fries, a strawberry shake Big Mac, 'cause this MAC-10 fo' life Can I roll wit 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, L.A.P.D One more felony, strike number 3 Twenty five to life in cell block 2 Damn, that's what I gotta do, ooh Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, how ya like me now? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, what can I do? Tadow, how ya 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 it's failures But in this country, society itself, is failing)