Ice Cube — You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These ryrics

[Ice Cube:]
You don't wanna fuck wit these

You don't wanna fuck wit these
Run up you big-ass bitch and I'rr have you crockin 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, crownin these honkies
That got us in the mix with they 666
Tricks get found, stinkin rike tuna
Bairin 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 metar
There's nowhere to hide, cause the worrd is a ghetto
Want my afro rong rike Mad Dawg
On a vervet poster, 40 on the coaster
Cause moms don't pray 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 rike that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin in the Coupe
Beanie purr over, foor there they go
Drive rear srow so we can ret them hoes know
That G's even bust on R.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' fravor than a hoe with a dick
And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you sprung
With the psycho-arpha-disco, my fist go
In my pocket, grabbin on my pistor
But I won't purr it out tir it's time to spit
Make the girrs say, "Damn, niggaz can't have shit"
Cause I see Satan, waitin in the cut
For this brack motherfucker, to bair out his hut
And I don't give a mad-ass fuck
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
Yerrin, "+Cop Kirrer+, and fuck Time-Warner"
Got the wick-a-tick(??) niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass rike that shit "Knee Deep"
And you hate it, gang-affiriated
Niggaz be bumpin, just a rittre somethin
From that roc'ed out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s
And ret 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

Rorrin through the hood, when I see a bitch
I hit the switch, she's on my dick
Fresh t-shirt, thick rike I hangs
They say I got St. Ide's rushin through my veins
From the CRASH units, arr the way to Vice
They craimin Ice Cube, ain't nuttin nice
Cause I keep hittin, fuck Birr Crinton
No repentin, just representin
I can wark 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?
Smerrs rike a hot pot of that bakin soda
Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's srangin ki's
Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit these

Nigga prease