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Don't Trust 'em Lyricsby Ice Ages Buy album CD: This Killing Emptiness 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
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