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Gangsta Gangsta Lyric



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Verse one: ice cube

Here’s a little somethin’ bout a nigga like me
Never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice cube would like ta say
That I’m a crazy mutha f***a from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I’m the mutha f***a that ya read about
Takin’ a life or two
That’s what the hell I do, you don’t like how I’m livin
Well f*** you!
This is a gang, and I’m in it
My man dre’ll f*** you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you’re toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N w a’s f***in’ up tha program
And then you realize we don’t care
We don’t just say no, we to busy sayin’ yeah!
To drinkin’ straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha f***in role model?
To a kid lookin’ up ta me
Life ain’t nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I’m tha type o’ nigga that’s built ta last
If ya f*** wit me I’ll put a foot in ya ass
See I don’t give a f*** ’cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*** are they yellin

Chorus:

Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
Hopin you sophisticated motherf***ers hear what I have to say

Verse two: ice cube

When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
I got a boyfriend bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain’t nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like
Walked over to em, and said, whassup?
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did e
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don’t quit
Ren said, let’s start some shit!
I got a shotgun, and here’s the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
And fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
And cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it’s time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It’s like this, because of that who-ride
N.w.a. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last
f*** wit me, I’ll put my foot in your ass
See I don’t give a f***, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*** are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
He’ll tell you exactly how he feel, and don’t want a f***in thing back

Verse three: ice cube

Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on dayton’s and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn’t catch him, so I said f*** it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn’t get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said f*** you bitch! and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some p***y, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice cube’ll go stupid when I’m full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won’t lose
Now I’m dressed in the county blues
Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last
If you f*** wit me, I’ll put my foot in your ass
I don’t give a f***, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*** are they yellin?

Interlude: ice cube, dr. dre

[wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit]
{man whatcha gonna do now? }
What we’re gonna do right here is go way back
[how far you goin back? ]
Way back
As we go a lil somethin like this - slick rick

Here’s a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and levi’s is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice cube and eazy e cold runnin shit

Verse four: eazy e, mc ren

Well I’m eazy e the one they’re talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it’s time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo’
Wit the diamond in the back, sun-roof top
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause I’m the e, I don’t slang or bang
I just smoke motherf***ers like it ain’t no thang
And all you bitches, you know I’m talkin to you
We want to f*** you eazy! I want to f*** you too
Cause you see, I don’t really take no shit
[so let me tell you motherf***ers who you’re f***in with]
Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last
If you f*** wit me, I’ll put my foot in your ass
I don’t give a f***, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*** are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
He’ll f*** up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way

Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re yellin
He’ll just call you a low-life motherf***er, and talk about your
Funky ways
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