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