Can't Fuck Wit a Nigga

[Intro] Yeah motherfuckers Right back on your ass Right about now we about to let you know that Compton's in the motherfucking house I got my nigga J.F.N. in this motherfucker And my road dog K.K We gonna put niggas to sleep in the Four-hundred three Check [Verse 1: DJ Quik] Yeah motherfucker right back up on your ass I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass What you running for bitch? You fake Irish faggot 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 ass that's why you jump around So don't try to fuck with a Compton nigga And I'mma tell you who's Daddy fuck with a trigga Now Daddy is the nigga getting head from your Mommy Daddy is the nigga with the gun like a tommy Daddy is the nigga that you wanna be like And Daddy is the nigga with your shit on his Nikes So don't be scared just be prepared For when you diss a nigga that you won't be spared Little white boy how the fuck you figure No you can't fuck with a nigga [Hook] (You can't fuck with a nigga) (Thinking you wanna fade me) (Mark Killer) (Fool you crazy) (Can't fuck with a nigga) (Motherfuckers just like you) (You'd better step before I beat you with a switch) (You can't fuck with a nigga) (Thinking you wanna fade me) (Mark Killer) (Fool you crazy) (You can't fuck with a nigga) (Motherfuckers just like you) (You'd better step before I beat you with a switch) [Verse 2: J.F.N.] Now there's a certain type of nigga that can make you sick Motherfucking booty and ain't saying shit 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 ass 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 fuck better make these wack-ass tapes The homie said squash it and just let it slide But I gotta shoot em 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 Fuck it pass me the brew and let me swig a Uhh it's the funky white nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: K.K.] 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 ho yo niggas 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 K.K. tripping never caught slipping Throwing three fingers to the fools that's ... Say nigga don't you know what's up? Coming up on to get you fucked up Knuckle or the belt-buckle which way you want it? It really don't matter I'm a be all up on it K.K. all the way from LA Still the same nigga up to no good I'm signing out D, Quik and my nigga Hi-C Yo you can't fuck with a G [Hook]