You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These
Ice Cube Lyrics


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[Ice Cube]
You don't wanna fuck wit these

You don't wanna fuck 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 fuck
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 fuck with these
And he don't wanna fuck 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 motherfucker, to bail out his hut
And I don't give a mad-ass fuck
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 fuck 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 fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck wit these

Nigga please

Overall Meaning

In Ice Cube's song "You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These," he speaks about the fearlessness of his gangster persona and the consequences of crossing him. The song is littered with allusions to violence, drugs, and gang culture, with the relentless pace of the lyrics mirroring the fast-paced lifestyle that Ice Cube is trying to portray. In the first verse, he speaks directly to those who think they can take him on, and he warns them that they will be met with a "knockout jab" or a "stab in the gut." Cube also makes references to the racial tension that exists between Black and White Americans, referring to "honkies that got us in the mix with their 666" and implying that they are the cause of the criminal behavior that he and his crew are forced to participate in. He then claims that he is not afraid of law enforcement, referencing the controversial song "Cop Killer" and stating that he will "make 'em eat cheese" if they try to come after him.


Line by Line Meaning

You don't wanna fuck wit these
Don't mess with me or my crew.


Run up you big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin G's
If you come after me, you'll end up owing money to me instead.


Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a fuck
I'm not afraid to defend myself by any means necessary.


Down with the brown, clownin these honkies that got us in the mix with they 666
I'm standing up for my people against the white establishment who sees us as an issue.


Tricks get found, stinkin like tuna Bailin through your hood in my fresh suede Pumas
I can spot liars and fakes from a mile away, and I'm proud of my expensive style.


And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes cause I ain't runnin, you better start gunnin
I won't back down from a fight, so you better prepare yourself.


Take your hand off your metal There's nowhere to hide, cause the world is a ghetto
Don't even think about pulling out a weapon. We're all living in a dangerous place.


Want my afro long like Mad Dawg on a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
I'm embracing my blackness and enjoying the luxuries that come with fame.


cause moms don't play that shit Been hard on a nigga since (?)8-8-6(?)
My mom raised me tough and taught me to stand up for myself.


Sayin you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt with the three fat, creases
I'm confident in my style, and you can't deny it.


And it's on like that, nigga where you at? At a phone booth, I'm comin in the Coupe
I'm ready for a fight and I'll come find you if I have to.


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 fuck with these
We're driving by slowly to show off and intimidate the police. They know better than to mess with us.


I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a dick and a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you sprung
I'm charismatic and my charm can win people over.


with the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go in my pocket, grabbin on my pistol
I'm ready to fight and I have my gun on me just in case.


But I won't pull it out til it's time to spit Make the girls say, "Damn, n****z can't have shit"
I'm only going to use my gun if I have to. And even then, it's just to make a point.


Cause I see Satan, waitin in the cut for this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut
The world is against me just because of my skin color.


And I don't give a mad-ass fuck about a sheriff who's tryin to tear-off a (?)
I'm not afraid of the police and their attempts to intimidate me.


My chinny chin chin hit him up with the right and then I bend bend got his ass in my sight
I stood up to the cop and knocked him out, just like that.


Yellin, "Cop Killer", and fuck Time-Warner" Got the wick-a-tick(?) niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
I'm singing an anti-police song and my fans love it.


Hypnotize yo' ass like that shit "Knee Deep" And you hate it, gang-affiliated
My music is so good that it draws people in and makes them feel connected to my gang.


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 fuck wit these
People love my music because it's tough and appeals to the OG's. Don't mess with us.


Rollin through the hood, when I see a bitch I hit the switch, she's on my dick
I'm cruising through the neighborhood and picking up girls left and right.


Fresh t-shirt, thick like I hangs They say I got St. Ide's rushin through my veins
I look good and people think I'm high on St. Ide's beer.


from the CRASH units, all the way to Vice They claimin Ice Cube, ain't nuttin nice
The police are out to get me and want to make me look bad.


cause I keep hittin, fuck Bill Clinton No repentin, just representin
I'm not going to back down from my beliefs, even if it means going against the President.


I can walk through the park cause it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun, cause I ain't the one
I'm tough enough to walk through the dangerous park at night, and I have my gun ready just in case.


Bang you're dead, brains out your head I wish I was the nigga that invented infrared
If someone tries to mess with me, they'll be sorry. I also wish I had invented a better targeting system for my gun.


Now I got it poppin but what's that odor? Smells like a hot pot of that bakin soda
I'm making money now, but there's a strange smell in the air.


Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin ki's Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit these
I know people all across the drug trade and they all know not to mess with me.


Nigga please
Don't even try to come at me with foolishness.




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Aussie Random Videos

Still listening 2022 since it came out. This was my most played ice cube album

Jacobite P

Same, so underrated I play it all the time at work and my friends always say they’ve never heard Cube go so hard before

Its a Rome Thing Everyday

this track is slammin!!!

DrJackJeckyl

Fuck yeah :)

Unique Heat 'Hip Hop'

That Ice Cube energy that he first came with!

DAVID garnica

STILL BUMPING THIS JAM IN 2022 ITS πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯🎢🎢🎢🎡🎡🎀 CUBE GOT DOWN BIGTIME MY FAVORITE ARTIST MY IDOL πŸ’―πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ˜ŽπŸ˜ŠπŸ‘πŸ‘

henry0461

Lovin it! πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡ΈπŸ‡΅πŸ‡·πŸ‡²πŸ‡½

Stefan Friedl

Damn Cube you was and still are da shit!! Best Rapper Alive and next to 2Pac the best!

Robert Schleeter

@VEZTEX0102 GAMING stop

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Stefan Friedl cube taught pac

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