what can i do

, what can i do, what can i say, ohh, how will it feel, how will it be, how will it be, what can i do, keep it old school like black and white, spit the facts of life, the way i used to do things, how i do it twice, streets ain't nothing nice, static like all my 45's, handle static with.45's, hanging out of a '49, with more than enough power to blow your mind, doesn't matter to me whether yours or mine, it's the neighborhood homes, that's my storyline, ey all i can do is continue to do what i've been doing, you know, and i can only say how i feel, and the way that i see things ey, ey how would it feel if we could just put all this bullshit aside homes, how would it be, creased up dickies and pendletons, neighborhood wars that nobody ever wins, but it never ends, i don't know why we prove ourselves to be bad, leave our families sad and it's driving me mad, ey back in the days when i got blasted ey, i saw my jefita cry like i never seen her cry before, i'm where the weed's at, kick back under streetlamps, light one up give you feedback, ey all i can do is continue to do what i've been doing, you know, and all i can say is how i feel, and the way that i see things, how would it feel if we could put this bullshit aside and wake up, how would it be, i can't even imagine that, i don't have nothing much, i'm just used to what i'm used to, sometimes choose to do what fools do, just need my ruca and oldies to cruise to, don't need no more friends, i don't know who's who, scandelous vatos ey, come shake up the spot, i work hard for mine, don't come take what i got, i'm a man with pride and homes i gotta live, all i can do is just give what i can give, what can i do, just the same thing i've been doing, and all i can say is what i feel and the way that i see things, but how would it feel if we could put this bullshit aside, you know, how would it be, that's some shit, what can i do, it's just me