Don't Trust Em Lyrics - The Predator - Ice Cube

You can't trust a big butt and a smile 

No, that's the old style 

In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same 

Bitches gotta brand new game, yo 

It's kinda hard to see 

But the dating game ain't what it used to be 

Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough 

She give you a piece of ass and there we go 

Go and get knocked up and then get socked up 

You be broke and locked up 

But the news done hit 

Bitches all over on some new improved shit 

To y'all macks 

Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks 

I remember every night all you had to worry about 

Was gettin caught at a red light 

And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days 

Now shit done changed 

Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt 

And it ain't about gettin burnt 

I know it sounds strange, but could you 

Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change 

Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, mr rich 

And about that bitch, don't trust em 

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Chorus 

(ice cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) 

Don't trust no (bitch! bitch! bitch!) 

(ice cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) 

You can't trust no (bitch! bitch! bitch!) 

*repeat* 

Here's how the bitches jack: 

They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act 

You came to the club, stepped to the bar 

And pulled out a wad of doves 

After you got buzzed, she walk by 

You saw how big her ass was 

Got her on the dancefloor 

And she started dancin like a ho 

Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home 

So you gave the bitch a lift 

She didn't wanna trouble you 

But hopped her big ass in your bmw 

Hopped to her house and started kissin 

And jimmy just wouldn't listen 

Cos you got real horny 

And that ain't cool at four in the morning 

Started undressing the ho 

Got to the drawers and the ho said "no! 

"not on the first date 

"it's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight? " 

You said "yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho 

But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough 

And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met 

Don't trust em! 

Photos 

Interlude: 

(scratching of bbd's 'poison' and pe's 'don't believe the hype') 

Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot 

Dick hard as a rock 

Straight on a solo creep 

Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep 

So you can seduce the g 

Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave 

You got her worked out cos you the man 

But the bitch got diff'rent plans 

She said "take off your clothes, jump in the bed" 

While she powder her nose 

You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it! 

Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know 

The door flies open with a blast 

With four niggas in ski masks 

Pointin a gun at the pimp 

You're scared as a motherfucker and jimmy done went limp 

They beat you down just a taste 

Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe 

Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car 

Take you out and pop the cap 

I told you the bitch was a trap 

Don't trust em! 

Chorus