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