Don`t Trust Em lyrics

Artist  : Ice Cube 
Song : 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

Chorus

(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!)
*Repeat*

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!

Interlude:
(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!

Chorus