Do You Like Criminals? lyrics

(WC)
Say ho I got way more di*k than them n*ggas rolling you in lexos
No punk ass Versace gear just the n*gga with the triple 1 braids in his beard
Quick to get the pus*y dripping so quit trippin
Like you gotta have a n*gga resembling Donnie Simpson
b*tch I'm from the wild wild west f*ck them preppy n*ggas
You need to get with this malt Liquor sipper
Picture me simpin over ya never
How ya figure
I'll be crying over yo ass like aBaby face n*gga
b*tch you best to be glad I got 3 strikes
Because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye
See I been waving at your ass all week but all
You do is roll your eyes like your sh*t don't stink
So now it's time for a n*gga clown your ass
Because I can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat
Don't want to f*ck with n*ggas in khakis
But ho I bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a n*gga and lick these and b*tch
Hit the road with your f*cked up weave.......

(Ice Cube)

How would you like to get a rough n*gga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want a mothaf*cka that's hard
Or a b*tch-made n*gga cute as El Debarge?
Do you like negros?
Him and those?
Individuals called criminals?
How'd you figure a West Coast n*gga
Drinking liquor gots to know how to dig you
When we dated straight faded
Penetrated Ms. sophisticated
Know daddy hate it
Never met a n*gga quite as fly as me
All bottled up in your high society
You want to check my mental
Cause how could a n*gga from South Central roll in a Benzo
Spice in ya life is what you need
You're intrigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And I can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside)
Tell your family to f*ck off and roll with this villain
(chorus)
Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x)

(Mack 10)
Who wanna f*ck wit it I put it down for real tho
It's Mack 1-0 and let you n*ggas know I'm gun ho
Baby I guess maybe I can get with your program
With hundred-spoke tonas on my front and back Broham
Hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller
Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa
Hot as sauce out to floss no need to be discreet
I swing the f*ck out this b*tch til my bumper touch the street
On switches and I'm workin j*rkin got ya n*gga smirkin
Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin
You need to be with me b*tch you too f*cking bombay
To be on the Shaw with a n*gga with a Hyundai
I take you through my neighborhood raise where crime pays
No girbauds no fades just khakis and French braids
And my friends is n*ggas that know what ends is
In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benzes
With hoochy hoes groupie hoes
You know those with a gang of money lolos and penitentiary photos
So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin
Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons

(K-Dee)
Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day
I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play
I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway
Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby
I know you're Catholic
But can you have you have di*k up in them guts all the way to
These nuts
You're a rich girl far from skeezer
I'm playing broke at the mall with your Visa
You wanna swang with K-Swinger
(When the West is in the house, oh my God! danger)
But take a hit you'll live
But when you hit it ho you got to puff, puff give
Now I hear you giggling
But all I wanna see is asses wiggling and titties jiggling
So what you wanna do?
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Stick to them di*ks and balls you're used to
Go ahead and take a big lick
Cause girls look so good on the end of
My di*k
That right is it tight?
I know you ain't a dyke
What type of n*gga do you like?
b*tch!
(chorus)

(chorus II)
b*tch I'm from the wild, wild west
Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest
We got hoes for days
Plus we claiming no stress no mothaf*ckin' dress

(chorus)

(chorus II)

Do you like criminals?