Really Doe
Ice Cube Lyrics


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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 ass 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 bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this really doe

(You gotta believe in somethin')
West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

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 fuck 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 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 ho really doe

(You gotta believe in somethin')
West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass 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 shit 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 tit
Scopin', hopin', thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker ho really doe

(You gotta believe in somethin')
West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

(You gotta believe in somethin')
West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)




'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

Overall Meaning

In Ice Cube's song Really Doe, the lyrics speak about being a gangster and the life that comes with it. The first verse refers to the choice of being a "G," as it is ultimately up to the individual to choose whether or not to live life as a gangster. The line "I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma" references the 380 handgun, which is often associated with gang violence. Ice Cube then warns those who challenge him that he will leave them in a coma. He mentions the Terrordome, which is a reference to Public Enemy's song of the same name, and also refers to a 211, which is police code for a robbery.


In the second verse, Ice Cube reflects on life in jail, mentioning the holding tank and making a pillow out of toilet paper. He talks about how he is considered a "baller" on the outside but is treated like a criminal on the inside. He also references the movie New Jack City, where a character is sent to jail. Ice Cube then refers to a deputy who thinks she is in charge and tries to ask him what gang he is from, to which he plays dumb. He mentions his love for his mother and how she puts her house up to bail him out. The final verse ends with him talking about his sexual prowess and how he kicks back and enjoys life as a gangster.


Overall, Really Doe is a song that glamorizes gang life and reflects Ice Cube's reputation as a gangster rapper.


Line by Line Meaning

To G or not to G, is the question
Deciding whether to be a gangster or not


And like Smith told Wesson
As Smith said to his gun Wesson


I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma
I have a degree in being dangerous


I'll leave that ass in a coma, so
I'll leave you unconscious


If you got a herringbone, Welcome to the Terrordome
If you have a herringbone necklace, you're in danger


Two-eleven, sorry Reverend
Robbery in progress, sorry Reverend if you're there


Oh my god, gettin' robbed
Expressing surprise at being robbed


Reach for the smog, 'Atomic Dog'
Referencing the song Atomic Dog by George Clinton


Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Difficult to accept, fake like the character Rollo


Count to ten, and don't try to follow
Take a moment and don't try to pursue me


'Cause just like Waco, I can take fo'
I can take out a group like what happened in Waco


ATF, to they death
ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives) agents are willing to die


Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
Turn left on Western and go rent a room


Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Don't want to be a criminal like Stacey Koon


Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Find the right woman, turn off the lights, and let's get started


Tap that ass like this really doe
Have sex just like this really doe


(You gotta believe in somethin')
You need to have something to believe in


West Side Lynch Mob
A gang associated with Ice Cube


(Why not believe in me)
Why not believe in Ice Cube?


'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Because Ice Cube is a gangster


Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors
Being arrested and experiencing panic


Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Using toilet paper as a pillow due to lack of comfort


Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids
The concrete bench is hard and uncomfortable


Eses deep, don't fuck with dem boys
Mexican gang members are deep and shouldn't be messed with


Phone check, collect call from the baller
A phone call to check in, a collect call from a rich person


Her mama said please don't call her
Someone's mother asked not to be called


Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City
Referencing the song Diddy Wa Diddy, and saying that the situation is not like New Jack City


Seen one of my peers, 'What the fuck you doin' in here?'
Surprised to see someone he knows in jail


He said, 'One-eighty-seven on the enemy
Saying he killed an enemy


And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!'
Treated harshly like the assassinator of John F. Kennedy


Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee
A female officer thinks she's in charge


Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
Fingerprints


'Sir, what set you from?' Play dumb
Asked what gang he is affiliated with, pretending to not know


'General popu-la-tion'
In the general jail population


Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
If someone's mother puts their house as bail, they can leave


Out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya
Leaving jail and loving freedom


Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Leaving like a boss, with a little bit of alcohol


Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
Having everything under control like Betsy Ross sewing the American flag


What a friend know? Buy some indo
A friend suggests buying marijuana


Never fuck with a silly ho really doe
Don't mess with a promiscuous woman


Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
Putting someone to sleep like NyQuil, but also threatening to kill


You sucker-for-love-ass trick
A pejorative term for a foolish person in love


So don't run up, wit ya gun up
Don't approach with a gun


'Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Because I have a powerful punch


'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie
We can have sex in the ocean


With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
You won't gain any respect by being tough in jail


Livin' unforgiven with the mic on
Continuing to make music despite being criticized


And punks runnin' like roaches with the light on
Scared people running away


And that's all the shit I'm startin'
That's all the trouble I'm causing


Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin
Shooting a gun, like the character on the show Martin


You lookin' for a punk with benefits
Looking for a person who provides for you


'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits
Because you have a baby who needs frequent diaper changes


And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
I have a firm grip on things


Scopin', hopin', thighs open
Trying to seduce and have sex


But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
I relax with beer and marijuana


Hooker ho really doe
A prostitute who you shouldn't mess with




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: George Clinton Jr., William Bootsy Collins, Larry Goodman, O'Shea Jackson, Gregory Jacobs, Derrick McDowell, Walter Morrison Jr., Normanjesse Whitfield

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@ErickReyesRomeroBanks

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, 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 bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this really doe

West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

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 fuck 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 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 ho really doe

West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass 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 shit 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 tit
Scopin', hopin', thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker ho really doe

West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'

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@RolandBishop1671

Whoever made this beat and mixed this track needs to be inducted into somebody's Hall of Fame. 🔥🔥🔥💯

@soulseeker970

Qd3 Quincy Jones son

@d5078

One of the greatest tracks ever made...EVERRRR!

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@nathaniellowry3861

Goes hard!!!
I remember listening to this in 96, thinking…yep! This is DOPE!!!!

@Chris_T_3rd_Ward_504

​@@soulseeker970This was actually Laylaw. QD3 did the other two singles though

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@RolandBishop1671

I can literally just let this sit on repeat. It gets fresher after every replay... I miss this era of rap

@derricknash1794

The beat is off the chain. One of Cubes best albums.

@typurnell5872

Yea dude this is my shit my favorite rapper

@artificialintelligence6107

This album was underrated.

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