You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These (Explicit)

You Don't Wanna F**k Wit These - Ice Cube

You don't wanna f**k wit these

You don't wanna f**k wit these

Run up you big-a** b**ch and I'll have you clockin G's

Wit my knockout jab mess around and stab

Yo' a** in the gut I don't give a f**k

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 ni**a 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 ni**a since 886

Sayin you need Jesus cause I got the fresh sweatshirt

With the three fat creases

And it's on like that ni**a 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**k with these

And he don't wanna f**k 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 sh*t"

Cause I see Satan waitin in the cut

For this black motherf**ker to bail out his hut

And I don't give a mad-a** f**k

About a sheriff who's tryin to tear-off a

My chinny chin chin hit him up with the right

And then I bend bend got his a** in my sight

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

Yellin " Cop Killer and f**k Time-Warner"

Got the wick-a-tick niggaz say damn he's so sweet

Hypnotize yo' a** like that sh*t "Knee Deep"

And you hate it gang-affiliated

Niggaz be bumpin just a little somethin

From that loc'ed out ni**a that cater to the O G 's

And let you know that you don't wanna f**k wit these

And you don't wanna f**k wit these

And you don't wanna f**k wit these

Rollin through the hood when I see a b**ch

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 f**k 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 ni**a 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**k wit these