You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These Lyrics - Ice Cube

[Ice Cube] 

You don't wanna f**k wit these 

You don't wanna f**k 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 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, 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 (?)8-8-6(?) 

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 f**k with these 

And he don't wanna f**k wit these 

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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 motherf**ker, to bail out his hut 

And I don't give a mad-ass 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 ass 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' ass like that shit "Knee Deep" 

And you hate it, gang-affiliated 

Niggaz be bumpin, just a little somethin 

from that loc'ed out nigga 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 

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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, 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 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 f**k wit these