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Ice Cube - Don't Trust 'em

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You can't trust a big butt and a smile
  No, that's the old style
  In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same
  Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
  It's kinda hard to see
  But the dating game ain't what it used to be
  Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
  She give you a piece of ass and there we go
  Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
  You be broke and locked up
  But the news done hit
  Bitches all over on some new improved shit
  To y'all macks
  Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
  I remember every night all you had to worry about
  Was gettin caught at a red light
  And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
  Now shit done changed
  Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
  And it ain't about gettin burnt
  I know it sounds strange, but could you
  Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
  Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
  And about that bitch, don't trust em
  (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
  Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
  (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
  You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
  Here's how the bitches jack:
  They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
  You came to the club, stepped to the bar
  And pulled out a wad of Doves
  After you got buzzed, she walk by
  You saw how big her ass was
  Got her on the dancefloor
  And she started dancin like a ho
  Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
  So you gave the bitch a lift
  She didn't wanna trouble you
  But hopped her big ass in your BMW
  Hopped to her house and started kissin
  And Jimmy just wouldn't listen
  Cos you got real horny
  And that ain't cool at four in the morning
  Started undressing the ho
  Got to the drawers and the ho said "No!
  "Not on the first date
  "It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?"
  You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
  But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
  And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
  Don't trust em!
  [scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Believe The Hype']
  Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot
  Dick hard as a rock
  Straight on a solo creep
  Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep
  So you can seduce the G
  Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
  You got her worked out cos you the man
  But the bitch got diff'rent plans
  She said "Take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
  While she powder her nose
  You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
  Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
  The door flies open with a blast
  With four niggas in ski masks
  Pointin a gun at the pimp
  You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went limp
  They beat you down just a taste
  Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
  Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
  Take you out and pop the cap
  I told you the bitch was a trap
  Don't trust em!

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki