Gangsta Gangsta Lyrics

from Straight Outta Compton

"Gangsta Gangsta" is track #3 on the album Straight Outta Compton. It was written by Devaughn, William / Hankerson, Waung / Arrington, Steven R / Parker, Roger / Napier, Norman Bruce / Jones, Marshall Eugene / Morrison, Walter Junie / Middlebrooks, Ralph / Satchell, Clarence / Webster, Gregory Allen / Jackson, O'shea / Patterson, Lorenzo.
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"Gangsta Gangsta" is track #3 on the album Straight Outta Compton. It was written by Devaughn, William / Hankerson, Waung / Arrington, Steven R / Parker, Roger / Napier, Norman Bruce / Jones, Marshall Eugene / Morrison, Walter Junie / Middlebrooks, Ralph / Satchell, Clarence / Webster, Gregory Allen / Jackson, O'shea / Patterson, Lorenzo.
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Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way

Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka 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 fuck you

This is a gang and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right, left, right, left, you're toothless
And then you say, "Goddamn they ruthless!"

Everywhere we go they say, damn
NWA's fuckin' 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 mutha fuckin' role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

'Cause, I'm tha type of nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck 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 motherfuckers hear what I have to say

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 butt

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 hoo ride
NWA is wanted for a homicide

'Cause, I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck 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 want a fuckin' thing back

Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope dealin', some gang bangin'
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Daytons 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 fuck 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, "Fuck you bitch" 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 nigga for nuttin' 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 nigga that's built to last
If you fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?

Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit
Man whatcha 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

Here's a lil' gangsta, short in size
A T-shirt, Levis 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
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 motherfuckers like it ain't no thang

And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin' to you
We want to fuck you, Eazy, I want to fuck you too
'Cause, you see, I don't really take no shit
So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin' with

'Cause, I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck wit me, I'll put a foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfucker
And talk about your funky ways

Songwriters
Devaughn, William / Hankerson, Waung / Arrington, Steven R / Parker, Roger / Napier, Norman Bruce / Jones, Marshall Eugene / Morrison, Walter Junie / Middlebrooks, Ralph / Satchell, Clarence / Webster, Gregory Allen / Jackson, O'Shea / Patterson, Lorenzo

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