Ice Cube You Don`t Wanna Fuck Wit These Lyrics

You Don`t Wanna Fuck Wit These Lyrics

You don't wanna fuck wit these



You don't wanna fuck wit these

Run up you big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin' G's

Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab

Yo' ass in the gut, I don't 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 don't hit gates, nigga 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 shit

Been hard on a nigga since [unverified]



Sayin' you need Jesus, 'cause I got the fresh sweatshirt

With the three fat, creases and it's on like that, nigga 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 fuck with these

And he don't 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 won't pull it out 'til it's time to spit

Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz can't have shit"

'Cause I see Satan, waitin' in the cut

For this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut



And I don't give a mad-ass fuck

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 ass in my sight



My Chuck's hit the cement, then I bent the corner

Yellin', "Cop Killer, and fuck Time-Warner"

Got the wick-a-tick [unverified] niggaz say, damn he's 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 locked out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s

And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit these

And you don't wanna fuck wit these

And you don't wanna fuck wit these



Rollin' through the hood, when I see a bitch

I hit the switch, she's on my dick

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', fuck 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 nigga 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 fuck wit these



Nigga please