Lyrics You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These (Unreleased '93 Shit) - Ice Cube
[Ice
Cube]
You
don′t
wanna
f**k
wit
these
You
don't
wanna
f**k
wit
these
Run
up
you
big-ass
bitch
and
I′ll
have
you
clockin
G's
Wit
my
knockout
jab,
mess
around
and
stab
Yo'
ass
in
the
gut,
I
don′t
give
a
f**k
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,
nigga
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
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
like
that,
nigga
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
f**k
with
these
And
he
don't
wanna
f**k
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,
niggaz
can't
have
shit"
Cause
I
see
Satan,
waitin
in
the
cut
For
this
black
motherf**ker,
to
bail
out
his
hut
And
I
don′t
give
a
mad-ass
f**k
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
Yellin,
"+Cop
Killer+,
and
f**k
Time-Warner"
Got
the
wick-a-tick(?)
niggaz
say,
damn
he′s
so
sweet
Hypnotize
yo′
ass
like
that
shit
"Knee
Deep"
And
you
hate
it,
gang-affiliated
Niggaz
be
bumpin,
just
a
little
somethin
From
that
loc'ed
out
nigga
that
cater
to
the
O.G.′s
And
let
you
know,
that
you
don't
wanna
f**k
wit
these
And
you
don′t
wanna
f**k
wit
these
And
you
don't
wanna
f**k
wit
these
Rollin
through
the
hood,
when
I
see
a
bitch
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,
f**k
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
nigga
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
f**k
wit
these
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Album
Bootlegs & B-Sides
1 2 n the Morning
2 24 Wit an L
3 What Can I Do? (Remix)
4 Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain't All Good)
5 D'Voidofpopniggafiedmegamix
6 When I Get To Heaven (Remix)
7 U Ain't Gonna Take My Life
8 It Was A Good Day (Remix)
9 My Skin Is My Sin
10 Lil Ass Gee (Eerie Gumbo remix)
11 You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These (Unreleased '93 Shit)
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