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Ice Cube
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| You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These
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[Ice Cube]
You dont wanna fuck wit these
You dont wanna fuck wit these
Run up you big-ass bitch and Ill have you clockin Gs
Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
yo ass in the gut, I dont give a fuck
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 dont hit gates, nigga pump yo brakes
cause I aint runnin, you better start gunnin
Take your hand off your metal
Theres 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 dont play that shit
Been hard on a nigga since (?)8-8-6(?)
Sayin you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
with the three fat, creases
And its on like that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, Im comin in the Coupe
Beanie pull over, fool there they go
Drive real slow so we can let them hoes know
that Gs even bust on L.A.P.D.s
Make em eat cheese, cause they dont wanna fuck with these
And he dont wanna fuck wit these
I got mo flavor than a hoe with a dick
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 wont pull it out til its time to spit
Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz cant have shit"
Cause I see Satan, waitin in the cut
for this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut
And I dont give a mad-ass fuck
about a sheriff whos tryin to tear-off a (??)
My chinny chin chin hit him up with the right
and then I bend bend got his ass in my sight
My Chucks hit the cement, then I bent the corner
Yellin, " Cop Killer , and fuck Time-Warner"
Got the wick-a-tick(??) niggaz say, damn hes so sweet
Hypnotize yo ass like that shit "Knee Deep"
And you hate it, gang-affiliated
Niggaz be bumpin, just a little somethin
from that loced out nigga that cater to the O.G.s
And let you know, that you dont wanna fuck wit these
And you dont wanna fuck wit these
And you dont wanna fuck wit these
Rollin through the hood, when I see a bitch
I hit the switch, shes on my dick
Fresh t-shirt, thick like I hangs
They say I got St. Ides rushin through my veins
from the CRASH units, all the way to Vice
They claimin Ice Cube, aint nuttin nice
cause I keep hittin, fuck Bill Clinton
No repentin, just representin
I can walk through the park cause its crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause I aint the one
Bang youre dead, brains out your head
I wish I was the nigga that invented infrared
Now I got it poppin but whats that odor?
Smells like a hot pot of that bakin soda
Cause I know nigs from As to Zs slangin kis
Sayin you dont wanna fuck wit these
Nigga please |
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23.Apr.2001 14:04:24 |
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28.May.2004 19:05:43 |
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