you don’t wanna fuck wit these lyrics – ice cube

you don’t wanna f*ck wit these

you don’t wanna f*ck wit these
run up you big-*ss b*tch and i’ll have you clockin’ g’s
wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
yo’ *ss in the gut, i don’t give a f*ck

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, n*gg* 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 n*gg* since [unverified]

sayin’ you need jesus, ’cause i got the fresh sweatshirt
with the three fat, creases and it’s on like that, n*gg* 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*ck with these
and he don’t wanna f*ck wit these

i got mo’ flavor than a hoe with a d*ck
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, “d*mn, n*gg*z can’t have sh*t”
’cause i see satan, waitin’ in the cut
for this black motherf*cker, to bail out his hut

and i don’t give a mad-*ss f*ck
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 *ss in my sight

my chuck’s h*t the cement, then i bent the corner
yellin’, “cop killer, and f*ck time-warner”
got the wick-a-tick [unverified] n*gg*z say, d*mn he’s so sweet
hypnotize yo’ *ss like that sh*t ‘knee deep’

and you hate it, gang-affiliated, n*gg*z be b*mpin’, just a little somethin’
from that locked out n*gg* that cater to the o.g.’s
and let you know, that you don’t wanna f*ck wit these
and you don’t wanna f*ck wit these
and you don’t wanna f*ck wit these

rollin’ through the hood, when i see a b*tch
i hit the switch, she’s on my d*ck
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*ck 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 n*gg* 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*ck wit these

n*gg* please

/ ice cube lyrics