[Ice Cube]
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You don't wanna fuck wit these
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You don't wanna fuck wit these
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Run up you big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin G's
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Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
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yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a fuck
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Down with the brown, clownin these honkies
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that got us in the mix with they 666
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Tricks get found, stinkin like tuna
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Bailin through your hood in my fresh suede Pumas
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And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes
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cause I ain't runnin, you better start gunnin
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Take your hand off your metal
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There's nowhere to hide, cause the world is a ghetto
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Want my afro long like Mad Dawg
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on a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
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cause moms don't play that shit
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Been hard on a nigga since (?)8-8-6(?)
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Sayin you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
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with the three fat, creases
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And it's on like that, nigga where you at?
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At a phone booth, I'm comin in the Coupe
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Beanie pull over, fool there they go
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Drive real slow so we can let them hoes know
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that G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s
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Make 'em eat cheese, cause they don't wanna fuck with these
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And he don't wanna fuck wit these
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I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a dick
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and a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you sprung
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with the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go
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in my pocket, grabbin on my pistol
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But I won't pull it out til it's time to spit
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Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz can't have shit"
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Cause I see Satan, waitin in the cut
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for this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut
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And I don't give a mad-ass fuck
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about a sheriff who's tryin to tear-off a (??)
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My chinny chin chin hit him up with the right
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and then I bend bend got his ass in my sight
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My Chuck's hit the cement, then I bent the corner
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Yellin, "+Cop Killer+, and fuck Time-Warner"
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Got the wick-a-tick(??) niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
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Hypnotize yo' ass like that shit "Knee Deep"
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And you hate it, gang-affiliated
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Niggaz be bumpin, just a little somethin
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from that loc'ed out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s
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And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit these
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And you don't wanna fuck wit these
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And you don't wanna fuck wit these
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Rollin through the hood, when I see a bitch
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I hit the switch, she's on my dick
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Fresh t-shirt, thick like I hangs
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They say I got St. Ide's rushin through my veins
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from the CRASH units, all the way to Vice
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They claimin Ice Cube, ain't nuttin nice
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cause I keep hittin, fuck Bill Clinton
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No repentin, just representin
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I can walk through the park cause it's crazy after dark
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Keep my hand on my gun, cause I ain't the one
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Bang you're dead, brains out your head
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I wish I was the nigga that invented infrared
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Now I got it poppin but what's that odor?
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Smells like a hot pot of that bakin soda
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Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin ki's
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Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit these
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You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These
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Ice Cube |