(Intro)
Yea mother f**ers...
Right back on yo' a**
Right about now we 'bout to let you know that Compton's in the mother f**in' house
I got my n***a J??? in this mother f**a
And my road dog K.K. hah
We finna put n***as to sleep in that 400 3
Check it
[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Yeah, mother f**a
Right back on yo' a**
I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the gra**
What you running from b**h? You fake Irish f*ggot
You got a big booty Everlast, let me tag it
Cause you look like a woman, but you try to clown
I kicked you in your a**, that's why you Jump Around.
So don't try to f** with a Compton n***a
And I'mma tell you who's daddy 'fore I pull the trigger
Now Daddy is the n***a getting head from your mommy
Daddy is the n***a with a gun like a Tommy
Daddy is the n***a that you wanna be like
And Daddy is the n***a with your sh** on his Nikes
So don't be scared, just be prepared
For when you diss a n***a that you won't be spared
Little white boy, how the f** you figure?
No, you can't f** with a n***a
[Hook: DJ Quik Scratching]
Can't f** with a n***a...
n***a you wanna fade me?
One... k**er...
Fool you're crazy
Can't f** with a n***a..
Mother f**ers just like you
You better step 'fore I beat you with a switch
Can't f** with a n***a...
n***a you wanna fade me?
One... k**er...
Fool you're crazy
Can't f** with a n***a..
Mother f**ers just like you
And.. And you better step 'fore I beat you with a switch
[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
Now there's a certain type of n***a that can make you sick
Mother f**in' booty and ain't saying sh**
What you'll have to start a-steppin', you ain't got no style
Your white is showing like Valencia Carmichael
And the only way that you can be cool
Is if you jump your a** in the pool
Mr. Everlast went up to the hill...
To steal... A style from the brother B-Real.
And these no-tellin' fools out here gettin' breaks
Who the f** let 'em make these wack a** tapes?
A 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 tape you made, you know we had to flush it
f** it, pa** me the brew and let me swig a..
Uhh.. It's the funky white n***a
[Hook: DJ Quik Scratching]
[Verse 3: ?]
The black fool from the other side
Watch me when I hoo-ride
Creepin' up on you from the blind side
Now, here we go, all y'all n***as bring it on
Road dog's barkin' in a d????ne
Hey, watch 'em all catch all your homies when they fall
Nuttin' but bullet holes left in the wall
K ain't trippin, never caught slippin'
Throwin' 3 fingers to the fool's thats (Censored in the song).
Say, n***a, don't you know what's up?
Comin' up on to get you f**ed up
Knuckle or the belt buckle, which way you want it?
It really don't matter, I'mma be all up on it
K.K. yo, away from the hood
Still the same n***a up to no good
I'm signin' out T, Quik, and my n***a Hi-C
Yo you can't f** with a G
[Hook: DJ Quik Scratching]