lirik lagu ice cube - you don't wanna fuck wit these
you don’t wanna f-ck wit these
you don’t wanna f-ck wit these
run up you big–ss b-tch and i’ll have you clockin’ g’s
wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
yo’ -ss in the gut, i don’t give a f-ck
down with the brown, clownin’ these honkies
that got us in the mix with they 666
tricks get found, stinkin’ like tuna
bailin’ through your hood in my fresh suede pumas
and i don’t hit gates, n-gg- pump yo’ brakes
’cause i ain’t runnin’, you better start gunnin’
take your hand off your metal
there’s nowhere to hide, ’cause the world is a ghetto
want my afro long like mad dawg
on a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
’cause moms don’t play that sh-t
been hard on a n-gg- since [unverified]
sayin’ you need jesus, ’cause i got the fresh sweatshirt
with the three fat, creases and it’s on like that, n-gg- where you at?
at a phone booth, i’m comin’ in the coupe
beanie pull over, fool there they go
drive real slow so we can let them hoes know
that g’s even bust on l.a.p.d.’s
make ’em eat cheese, ’cause they don’t wanna f-ck with these
and he don’t wanna f-ck wit these
i got mo’ flavor than a hoe with a d-ck
and a stick of gum on her tongue, i get you sprung
with the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go
in my pocket, grabbin’ on my pistol
but i won’t pull it out ’til it’s time to spit
make the girls say, “d-mn, n-gg-z can’t have sh-t”
’cause i see satan, waitin’ in the cut
for this black motherf-cker, to bail out his hut
and i don’t give a mad–ss f-ck
about a sheriff who’s tryin’ to tear-off a [unverified]
my chinny chin chin hit him up with the right
and then i bend bend got his -ss in my sight
my chuck’s h-t the cement, then i bent the corner
yellin’, “cop killer, and f-ck time-warner”
got the wick-a-tick [unverified] n-gg-z say, d-mn he’s so sweet
hypnotize yo’ -ss like that sh-t ‘knee deep’
and you hate it, gang-affiliated, n-gg-z be b-mpin’, just a little somethin’
from that locked out n-gg- that cater to the o.g.’s
and let you know, that you don’t wanna f-ck wit these
and you don’t wanna f-ck wit these
and you don’t wanna f-ck wit these
rollin’ through the hood, when i see a b-tch
i hit the switch, she’s on my d-ck
fresh t-shirt, thick like i hangs
they say i got st. ide’s rushin’ through my veins
from the crash units, all the way to vice
they claimin’ ice cube, ain’t nuttin’ nice
’cause i keep hittin’, f-ck bill clinton
no repentin’, just representin’
i can walk through the park ’cause it’s crazy after dark
keep my hand on my gun, ’cause i ain’t the one
bang you’re dead, brains out your head
i wish i was the n-gg- that invented infrared
now i got it poppin’ but what’s that odor?
smells like a hot pot of that bakin’ soda
’cause i know nigs from a’s to z’s slangin’ ki’s
sayin you don’t wanna f-ck wit these
n-gg- please
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