DJ Quik — Cant Fuck With a Nigga

(Intro) Yea mother fuckers... Right back on yo' ass Right about now we 'bout to let you know that Compton's in the mother fuckin' house I got my nigga J??? in this mother fucka And my road dog K.K. hah We finna put niggas to sleep in that 400 3 Check it [Verse 1: DJ Quik] Yeah, mother fucka Right back on yo' ass I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass What you running from bitch? You fake Irish faggot 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 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 'fore I pull the trigger Now Daddy is the nigga getting head from your mommy Daddy is the nigga with a 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: DJ Quik Scratching] Can't fuck with a nigga... Nigga you wanna fade me? One... killer... Fool you're crazy Can't fuck with a nigga.. Mother fuckers just like you You better step 'fore I beat you with a switch Can't fuck with a nigga... Nigga you wanna fade me? One... killer... Fool you're crazy Can't fuck with a nigga.. Mother fuckers 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 nigga that can make you sick Mother fuckin' booty and ain't saying shit 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 ass 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 fuck let 'em make these wack ass 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 Fuck it, pass me the brew and let me swig a.. Uhh.. It's the funky white nigga [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 niggas 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, nigga, don't you know what's up? Comin' up on to get you fucked 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 nigga up to no good I'm signin' out T, Quik, and my nigga Hi-C Yo you can't fuck with a G [Hook: DJ Quik Scratching]