Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - Can't f** Wit a n***a lyrics

[Intro] Yeah motherf**ers Right back on your a** Right about now we about to let you know that Compton's in the motherf**ing house I got my n***a J.F.N. in this motherf**er And my road dog K.K We gonna put n***as to sleep in the Four-hundred three Check [Verse 1: DJ Quik] Yeah motherf**er right back up on your a** I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the gra** What you running for b**h? You fake Irish f*ggot 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 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 f** with a trigga Now Daddy is the n***a getting head from your Mommy Daddy is the n***a with the 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] (You can't f** with a n***a) (Thinking you wanna fade me) (Mark k**er) (Fool you crazy) (Can't f** with a n***a) (Motherf**ers just like you) (You'd better step before I beat you with a switch) (You can't f** with a n***a) (Thinking you wanna fade me) (Mark k**er) (Fool you crazy) (You can't f** with a n***a) (Motherf**ers 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 n***a that can make you sick Motherf**ing booty and ain't saying sh** 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 a** 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 f** better make these wack-a** 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 f** it pa** me the brew and let me swig a Uhh it's the funky white n***a [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 n***as 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 n***a don't you know what's up? Coming up on to get you f**ed 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 n***a up to no good I'm signing out D, Quik and my n***a Hi-C Yo you can't f** with a G [Hook]