Dj Quik - Can't f** With a n***a lyrics

(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]