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n.w.a – gangsta gangsta (west coast classics radio) lyrics

[skit: krazy d + eazy-e (dr. dre)]
-sirens-
ah sh-t. man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
i wonder who they f-cked up today?
-screeching tires-
you motherf-cker!
-machine gun fire-
(got him)

[police + mc ren]
pull over to the side right now
man, f-ck them motherf-ckers!

[intro: eazy-e + sample]
yo, dre! give me a funky–ss b-ssline!
right here!

[verse 1: ice cube]
here’s a little somethin’ about a n-gga like me
never should’ve been let out the penitentiary
ice cube would like to say
that i’m a crazy mothaf-cka from around the way
since i was a youth, i smoked weed out
now i’m the mothaf-cka that you read about
takin’ a life or two, that’s what the h-ll 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, you toothless
and then you say: “godd-mn, they ruthless!”
everywhere we go they say: “d-mn!”
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 mothaf-ckin’ role model?
to a kid lookin’ up to me
life ain’t nothin’ but b-tches and money
’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 -ss
see, i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bailin’
yo, what the f-ck are they yellin’?

[chorus: mc ren + sample]
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-ckers
hear what i have to say

[verse 2: ice cube]
when me and my posse stepped in the house
all the punk–ss n-ggas start breakin’ out
’cause you know, they know what’s up
so we started lookin’ for the b-tches with the big b-tts
like her, but she keep cryin’
“i got a boyfriend”—b-tch, stop lyin’!
dumb–ss hooker ain’t nothin’ but a dyk-
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
’cause i’m the type of n-gga that’s built to last
f-ck with me, i’ll put my foot in your -ss
see, i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bailin’
yo, what the f-ck are they yellin’?

[chorus: mc ren + sample]
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-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 -ss
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 p-ssy, 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
’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 -ss
i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bailin’
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 way 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]
well, i’m eazy-e, the one they’re talkin’ about
n-gga tried to roll the dice and just cr-pped 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-ckers like it ain’t no thang
and all you b-tches, you know i’m talkin’ to you
“we want to f-ck you, eazy,” i want to f-ck you too
because you see, i don’t really take no sh-t
so let me tell you motherf-ckers who you’re f-ckin’ with
’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 -ss
i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bailin’
yo, what the f-ck are they yellin’?

[chorus: mc ren + sample]
gangsta, gangsta! that’s what they’re 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’re yellin’
it’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality
gangsta, gangsta
he’ll just call you a low-life motherf-cker
and talk about yo’ funky ways

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