Gangsta Gangsta lyrics

by

​The D.O.C.


[Skit: Krazy D, Eazy-E, (Dr. Dre), MC Ren]
*Sirens*
Ah, sh*t! Man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
I wonder who they f*cked up today?
*Screeching Tires*
You, muthaf*cka!
*Machine Gun Fire*
(Got him)
Pull over to the side right now
Man, f*ck them muthaf*ckaz!

[Intro: Eazy-E + Sample]
Yo, Dre! Gimme a funky-ass bassline!
Right here!

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Here's a little somethin' 'bout a n*gga like me
Never should've been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like to say
That I'm a crazy muthaf*cka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the muthaf*cka that you read about
Takin' a life or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, f*ck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll f*ck you up in a minute
With a right-left, right left ya toothless
And then you say "Goddamn, they ruthless!"
Everywhere we go they say "Damn!"
N.W.A's f*ckin' up the program
And then you realize we don't care
We don’t just say no, we’re too busy sayin' "Yeah!"
About drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a muthaf*ckin' role model?
To a kid lookin' up to me
Life ain't nothin' but b*tches and money
[Pre-Chorus: Ice Cube]
'Cause I'm the type of n*gga that's built to last
If you f*ck with me, I’ll put my foot in your ass
See, I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I keep bellin'
Yo! What the f*ck are they yellin'?

[Chorus: MC Ren + Sample]
Gangsta! Gangsta! That's what they yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta! Gangsta!
Hopin' you sophisticated muthaf*ckaz hear what I have to say

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass n*ggas start breakin' out
'Cause you know, they know what’s up
So we started lookin' for the b*tches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin'
"I got a boyfriend" — b*tch, stop lyin'!
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothin' but a dyke
Suddenly, I see some n*ggas that I don't like
Walked over to 'em, and said "What's up?"
The first n*gga that I saw — hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, 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 sh*t!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot:
Takin' n*ggas out with a flurry of buck shots
Boom! Boom! Boom! Yeah, I was gunnin'
And then you look, all you see is n*ggas 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
[Pre-Chorus: Ice Cube]
'Cause I'm the type of n*gga that's built to last
f*ck with me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See, I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I keep bellin'
Yo, what the f*ck are they yellin'?

[Chorus: MC Ren + Sample]
Gangsta! Gangsta! That's what they yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta! Gangsta!
He'll tell you exactly how he feel
And don't hold a f*ckin' thing back

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin'
We decide to roll and we deep
See a n*gga 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 had to smoke his ass
He kept rollin', I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said f*ck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin' all the b*tches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play from the ladies
With six n*ggas in a car — are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin'
We all said "f*ck you, b*tch!" and kept goin'
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin' else to get into
Like some pus*y, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a n*gga for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but still won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
[Pre-Chorus: Ice Cube]
'Cause I'm the type of n*gga that's built to last
If you f*ck with me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I keep bellin'
Yo! What the f*ck are they yellin'?

[Interlude: Dr. Dre + MC Ren (The Jimmy Castor Bunch)]
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this sh*t!
Man, what'cha gon' do now?
(What we're gonna do right here is go back)
How far you goin' back? (Way back)
"As we go a lil' somethin' like this" — hit it!

[Pre-Verse: Ice Cube]
Here's a little 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' sh*t!

[Verse 4: Eazy-E + Mc Ren]
Well, I'm Eazy-E, the one they're talkin' about
n*gga 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'
With 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 muthaf*ckaz like it ain't no thang!
And all you b*tches, you know I'm talkin' to you
"We wanna f*ck you, Eazy!" I wanna f*ck you too!
Because you see, I don’t really take no sh*t
So let me tell ya muthaf*ckaz who you f*ckin' with

[Pre-Chorus: Eazy-E]
'Cause I'm the type of n*gga that's built to last
If you f*ck with me, I'll put a foot in your ass
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I keep bellin'
Yo! What the f*ck are they yellin'?

[Chorus: MC Ren + Sample]
Gangsta! Gangsta! That's what they yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta! Gangsta
He'll f*ck up you and yours
And anything that gets in his way
Gangsta! Gangsta! That's what they yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta! Gangsta
He'll just call you a low-life muthaf*cka
And talk about yo' funky ways
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