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Lyrics: 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 bi***es 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 bi***es with the big butts Like her, but she keep cryin I got a boyfriend bi*** stop lyin Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a d*** 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 sh**! 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 bi***es 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 bi***! and kept goin To the hood, and we was fin to Find somethin else to get into Like some p****, 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 sh**] {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 sh** 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 bi***es, 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 sh** [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 More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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