Gangsta Gangsta

Ah sh*t. Man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again

I wonder who they f**ked up today?

You motherf**ker!

Pull over to the side right now

Man, f**k them motherf**kers!

Yo, Dre! Give me a funky-ass bassline!

Right here!

Here's a little somethin' about a ni*** like me

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Ice Cube would like to say

That I'm a crazy mothaf**ka from around the way

Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out

Now I'm the mothaf**ka 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**k you!

This is a gang and I'm in it

My man Dre'll **** you up in a minute

With a right left, right left, you toothless

And then you say: "Goddamn, they ruthless!"

Everywhere we go they say: "Damn!"

N.W.A's f**kin' 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 mothaf**kin' role model?

To a kid lookin' up to me

Life ain't nothin' but b***hes and money

'Cause I'm the type of ni**a that's built to last

If you f**k with me I’ll put my foot in your ass

See, I don't give a f**k, 'cause I keep bailin'

Yo, what the f**k are they yellin'?

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality

Gangsta, Gangsta!

Hopin' you sophisticated motherf**kers

Hear what I have to say

When me and my posse stepped in the house

All the punk-ass niggas start breakin' out

'Cause you know, they know what’s up

So we started lookin' for the b***hes with the big butts

Like her, but she keep cryin'

"I got a boyfriend"—b***h, stop lyin'!

Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothin' but a dyke

Suddenly I see some n***as that I don't like

Walked over to 'em, and said, "What's up?"

The first n***a 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***as out with a flurry of buck shots

Boom, boom, boom! Yeah, I was gunnin'

And then you look, all you see is n***as 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 n***a that's built to last

F**k with me, I'll put my foot in your ass

See, I don't give a f**k, 'cause I keep bailin'

Yo, what the f**k are they yellin'?

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're 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**kin' thing back

Homies all standin' around, just hangin'

Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin'

We decide to roll and we deep

See a n***a 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**k it

Then we headed right back to the fort

Sweatin' all the b***hes in the biker shorts

We didn't get no play from the ladies

With six n***as in a car—are you crazy?

She was scared, and it was showin'

We all said "F**k you, b***h!" and kept goin'

To the hood, and we was fin to

Find somethin' else to get into

Like some pussy, or in fact

A bum rush, but we call it rat pack

On a n***a 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

'Cause I'm the type of n***a that's built to last

If you f**k with me, I'll put my foot in your ass

I don't give a f**k, 'cause I keep bailin'

Yo, what the f**k are they yellin'?

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 way back)

How far you goin' back? (Way back)

"As we go a lil' somethin' like this"—hit it!

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' shit

Well, I'm Eazy-E, the one they're talkin' about

N***a 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 motherf**kers like it ain't no thang

And all you b***hes, you know I'm talkin' to you

"We want to f**k you, Eazy," I want to f**k you too

Because you see, I don’t really take no sh*t

So let me tell you motherf**kers who you're f**kin' with

'Cause I'm the type of n***a that's built to last

If you f**k with me, I'll put a foot in your ass

I don't give a f**k, 'cause I keep bailin'

Yo, what the f**k are they yellin'?

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality

Gangsta, Gangsta

He'll f**k 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

Gangsta, Gangsta

He'll just call you a low-life motherf**ker

And talk about yo' funky ways