Can’t f*ck Wit A n*gga (Everlast Diss) lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah motherf*ckers
Right back on your ass
Right about now we about to let you know that
Compton's in the motherf*cking house
I got my n*gga J.F.N. in this motherf*cker
And my road dog K.K
We gonna put n*ggas to sleep in the
Four-hundred three
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[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Yeah motherf*cker right back up on your ass
I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass
What you running for b*tch, 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 f*ck with a Compton n*gga
And I'mma tell you who's Daddy 'fore I pull the trigger
Now Daddy is the n*gga getting head from your Mommy
Daddy is the n*gga with the gun like a tommy
Daddy is the n*gga that you wanna be like
And Daddy is the n*gga with your sh*t on his Nikes
So don't be scared, just be prepared
For when you diss a n*gga that you won't be spared
Little white boy, how the f*ck you figure?
No, you can't f*ck with a n*gga!
[Hook]
(You can't f*ck with a n*gga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't f*ck with a n*gga)
(Motherf*ckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't f*ck with a n*gga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't f*ck with a n*gga)
(Motherf*ckers 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*gga that can make you sick
Motherf*cking booty and ain't saying sh*t
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 ass 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*ck better make these wack-ass 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*ck it pass me the brew and let me swig a
Uhh it's the funky white n*gga
[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*ggas 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 (crippin')
Say n*gga don't you know what's up?
Coming up on to get you f*cked 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. all the way from LA
Still the same n*gga up to no good
I'm signing out D, Quik and my n*gga Hi-C
Yo you can't f*ck with a G

[Hook]
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