Intro:
(voice-over)


Yeah mother$#&@ers
Right back on your $$#
Right about now we about to let you know that

Compton's in the mother$#&@ing house
I got my ^!$$%s Dre and ? in this mother$#&@er
And my road dog KK

We gonna put ^!$$%s to sleep in the
Four-hundred three
Check


Verse 1:
(DJ Quik)

Yeah mother$#&@er right back up on your $$#
I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass
What you running for (*##$? You fake Irish !@$)got

You got a big booty Everlast let me tag it
Cause you look like a Roman but you try to clown
I kicked you in your $$# that's why you jump around

So don't try to $#&@ with a Compton ^!$$%
And I'mma tell you who's Daddy $#&@ with a trigga
Now Daddy is the ^!$$% getting head from your Mommy

Daddy is the ^!$$% with the gun like a tommy
Daddy is the ^!$$% that you wanna be like
And Daddy is the ^!$$% with your %#@! on his nikes

So don't be scared just be prepared
For when you dis a ^!$$% that you won't be spared
Little white boy how the $#&@ you figure

No you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%

Chorus 1:


(You can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)

(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)

(Mother$#&@ers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)

(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)

(You can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Mother$#&@ers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)


Verse 2:
(Hi-C)

Now there's a certain type of ^!$$% that can make you sick
Mother$#&@ing booty and ain't saying %#@!
But you have to start to stepping you ain't got no style

Your white is showing like Belinda Carlyle
And the only way that you can be cool
Is if you jump your $$# in the pool

Mr. Everlast went up to the Hill
To steal a style from the brother B-real
Then these no-talent fools out here getting breaks

Who the $#&@ better make these wack-ass tapes
The homie said squash it and just let it slide
But I gotta shoot ëem down in the middle of the ride

I heard your head was big but I can still crush it
Every check you lay you know we have to flush it
$#&@ it pass me the brew and let me swig a

Uhh it's the funky white ^!$$%

Chorus 2:


(No you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)

(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)

(Mother$#&@ers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)

(Fool you crazy)
(No you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Mother$#&@ers just like you)
(You're a punk mother$#&@er with a
punk mother $#&@ing crew)



Verse 3:
(KK)
The black fool from the other side

Watch me when I who-ride
Creeping up on you from the blind side
Now here we go hoe yo ^!$$%s bring it on
Four dogs barking in a dawn
Hey watch em all catch all your homies when they fall

Nothing but bullet holes left in the wall
KA tripping never caught slipping
Throwing three fingers to the fools that's [censored]
Say ^!$$% don't you know what's up?
Coming up on to get you $#&@ed up
Knuckle or the belt-buckle which way you want it?

It really don't matter I'm a be all up on it
KK all the way from LA
Still the same ^!$$% up to no good
I'm signing out D Quik and my ^!$$% Hi-C
Yo you can't $#&@ with a G

Chorus 3:


(No you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(No you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Mother$#&@ers just like you)

(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't $#&@ with a ^!$$%)
(Mother$#&@ers just like you)

(You're a punk mother$#&@er with a
punk mother $#&@ing crew)