You don't wanna wit these
You don't wanna fuck wit Run up you bitch and I'll have you clockin' G's Wit my jab, mess around and stab Yo' ass in the gut, I give a fuck
Down with the brown, clownin' honkies got us in the mix with they 666 Tricks get found, like tuna Bailin' through hood in my fresh suede Pumas
And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' 'Cause I ain't runnin', you better gunnin' Take your off your metal There's to hide, 'cause the world is a ghetto
Want my afro like Mad Dawg On a poster, 40 on the coaster moms don't play that shit Been hard on a since [unverified]
Sayin' you Jesus, 'cause I got the fresh sweatshirt With the three fat, creases and on like that, nigga where you at? At a phone booth, I'm in the Coupe Beanie pull over, fool there go
Drive real slow so we can let them know G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s Make 'em eat cheese, they don't wanna fuck with these And he wanna fuck wit these
I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you With the psycho-alpha-disco, my go In my pocket, on my pistol
But I pull it out 'til it's time to spit Make the girls say, "Damn, can't have shit" 'Cause I see Satan, in the cut For this black motherfucker, to out his hut
And I don't a mad-ass fuck About a sheriff tryin' to tear-off a [unverified] My chinny chin chin hit him up the right And then I bend got his ass in my sight
My Chuck's hit the cement, then I the corner Yellin', "Cop Killer, and Time-Warner" Got the wick-a-tick [unverified] say, damn he's so sweet Hypnotize yo' ass like that 'Knee Deep'
And you it, gang-affiliated, niggaz be bumpin', just a little somethin' From that out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s And let you know, that you wanna fuck wit these And you don't wanna wit these And you don't fuck wit these
Rollin' through the hood, I see a bitch I hit the switch, on my dick Fresh T-shirt, thick Hanes They say I got St. rushin' through my veins
From the units, all the way to Vice claimin' Ice Cube, ain't nuttin' nice 'Cause I keep hittin', fuck Clinton No repentin', representin'
I can walk through the park it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun, 'cause I the one Bang dead, brains out your head I wish I was the nigga that infrared
Now I got it poppin' but that odor? Smells like a hot pot of that bakin' 'Cause I know nigs A's to Z's slangin' Ki's Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit
Nigga