What Can I Do?

Lyrics

[Intro: J-Dee & Sir Jinx] Ayo Jinx Yeah, what up, J-Dee? You know the Lench Mob is in the house Ha, word 'em up And the IBWC is definitely in the house My homeboy Chill's in the house, too Yo, we need one of those pimp beats right about now Right here? Drop it [Verse 1: Yo-Yo] Listen to the lecture, and try to feel the texture Yo-Yo will direct you to a funky new direction With this funky talent, I stabilize my balance Put it in a format to try to light your palette With this new description that keep the suckers dissin' Recollect the days when you ain't got a pot to piss in If that's what you remember, who was doin' all the lynchin'? The funkiness continues, taking a pinch or just a smidgen Drop the toppers with precisions, recollect the digits This is 1990, and you are sure to find the Funky instrumental that is not too detrimental Listen very closely and you can see that mostly Funky little groove that is sure to promote thee Check out the conduct of this funky product He better get pumped up when I wants to get funked up Tabulate a section that doesn't need correction No need the inspection for the style that I be flexin' [Chorus: Yo-Yo] Yo-Yo is legit when it comes to making hits As for you and your crew ("What can I do? What can I do?") ("How can I do the things I wanna do?") (Drop another one) ("What can I do?") [Verse 2: Yo-Yo] Touch another topic as quickly as I drop it Proceed to try to stop as your posse tries to clock it This is not an effort, in fact, it's kinda easy Step up off the dick if you are starting to feel queasy This rhyme is kinda rotten, so do not try to shock me Tendin' a time to rap or recline, steeper, so keep ya Eye on the pressure, 'cause this is sure to test ya Loc'est of the loc will start to gather as I flex a- Nother one to grab you as I planned it from the get go You let go as I twist you in and out just like a pretzel Step up to the female that fascinate your hearing Everybody staring at the Yo when I'm preparing A new style of funk that could wipe away the others Duck and run for cover so you don't face the mother Known as a threat and, force that you'll be gettin' Smacked between the eyes 'cause you know not who you're sweatin' Releasin' all the junk as it start to get bunk So I could still manipulate the funk (Word 'em up) [Chorus: Yo-Yo] Yo-Yo is legit when it comes to making hits As for you and your crew ("What can I do?") ("How can I do the things I wanna do?") ("What can I do?") ("How can I do the things I wanna do?") ("What can I do?") [Verse 3: Ice Cube & Yo-Yo] Ice Cube, more than just a thrilla of Manila Not you again But it's the rich, the pitch of the bitch killa You're nothin' but a mobster, tryin' to be a boxer Foolin' with the Yo, you get screwed like a chopster Ah shit, eat a dick up (Never), and hiccup I love to toss chick up, so Jinx, turn the kick up (Whatever) I'm kicking the rhymes right on time, making people love it Shocking all the bitches, knockin' 'em out like Buster Douglas And if you're pretty actin' shitty, it's a pity I'm a nigga from the city, I'll hang you by your titty (What?) And if you think you wanna stutter step against the reppin' Keep your steppin' 'cause I got a big muthafuckin' weapon Guaranteed to make you bleed as I proceed with the lynchin' It's the nigga peelin' caps and all extensions You can't serve us, you're kinda nervous I cause so many hoes, bitches willing to join the circus Like Ringling Brothers, singing brothers I can't get with I come with the rough shit So... [Outro: Sir Jinx & J-Dee] Yo, Lench Mob is definitely rollin' with the IBWC My name is Sir Jinx, rockin' up all the tracks Ayo, I got my homeboy J-Dee I'd like to give a shoutout to my boy DJ Chilly Chill Ayo, I wanna give a shoutout to my boy T-Bone, Dazzie, Delvon, K-Dee We all rollin' with the Lench Mob I'd like to an extra shoutout to my boy Ice Cube and my boy Short Dog Word 'em up Ayo, we couldn't put all this together if we didn't have our girl Yo-Yo She's definitely in the house with the IBWC