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You can't trust a big b*tt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety-deuce, s**t ain't quite the same
girls 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 as* 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
girls all over on some new improved s**t
To y'all macks
Come to find out that girls are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigg* gettin ya five, day to days
Now s**t 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 d*ck for a change
Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that b*tch, don't trust em
Chorus
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy b*tch)
Don't trust no (b*tch! b*tch! b*tch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy b*tch)
You can't trust no (b*tch! b*tch! b*tch!)
*Repeat*
Here's how the girls jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigg* 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 as* 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 b*tch a lift
She didn't wanna trouble you
But hopped her big as* in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wouldn't listen
Cos you got real h*rny
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 nigg*, she know you rollin in some dough
And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a b*tch 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, nigg*'s hot
d*ck 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 b*tch got diff'rent plans
She said "Take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
While she powder her nose
You get b*tt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfkin punk, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfker 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 fkin car
Take you out and pop the cap
I told you the b*tch was a trap
Don't trust em!
Chorus
