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ICE CUBE lyrics : "You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These (Unreleased '93 Shit)"

[Ice Cube]
You don't wanna $#&@ wit these


You don't wanna $#&@ wit these
Run up you big-ass (*##$ and I'll have you clockin G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab

yo' $$# in the gut, I don't give a $#&@
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, ^!$$% 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 %#@!

Been hard on a ^!$$% since (?)8-8-6(?)
Sayin you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
with the three fat, creases

And it's on like that, ^!$$% 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 $#&@ with these

And he don't wanna $#&@ 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, ^!$$%z can't have %#@!"
Cause I see Satan, waitin in the cut

for this black mother$#&@er, to bail out his hut
And I don't give a mad-ass $#&@
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 $$# in my sight
My Chuck's hit the cement, then I bent the corner

Yellin, "+Cop Killer+, and $#&@ Time-Warner"
Got the wick-a-tick(??) ^!$$%z say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' $$# like that %#@! "Knee Deep"

And you hate it, gang-affiliated
^!$$%z be bumpin, just a little somethin
from that loc'ed out ^!$$% that cater to the O.G.'s

And let you know, that you don't wanna $#&@ wit these
And you don't wanna $#&@ wit these
And you don't wanna $#&@ wit these


Rollin through the hood, when I see a (*##$
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, $#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ wit these


^!$$% please

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