Gangsta Rap - Ice T

Whassup Whassup

Westside

Here we go

Another one Iceberg Gangsta Rap

2006 8t album SMG

Time to take you back

To the days of old

Six-fo Chevys

Big fat go

Out throw the West

With the Gangstas rollin'

South Central L A

My home

We was out the feeling that hiphop be

We couldn't connect to

The New York streets

So we took the bandanas

And we tied 'em up

Roll up in the studio and laid it rough

Ice Cube and them n**gaz with the tooth

Shown to motherf**ker

How to blast a deuce

Come on BLAH

Dr Dre NWA

Eazy-E and Ren f**k what you say

For them n**gaz up north

Ghettoboys we was like F**k the law

Dubcee ni**a

We thought you how

To gangbang and the Crip dance

This ain't RNB

This is Gangsta Rap

B**ches get smacked

Bustas get jacked

Front if you want you

Get lay on your back

It's about guns and

D**gs and h**s and club

This ain't RNB

This is Gangsta Rap

B**ches get smacked

Bustas get jacked

Front if you want you

Get lay on your back

It's about guns and

D**gs and h**s and club

Cypress Hill made a

Ni**a understand

How I could just kill a man

Long Beach out of the

Dark came Snoop

Skinny little ni**a not scared to shoot

Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz

Sure have the whole

Death Row unblast

Kane Tea muthaf**ka Warren G

Nate Dogg rapping that 213

Don't front muthaf**ka

Don't hate

Compton's Most Wanted

MC Eiht

Throw your sets up n**gas

Like you don't give a d**n

Inglewood Mac-10 watch who's kane

This ain't RNB

This is Gangsta Rap

B**ches get smacked

Bustas get jacked

Front if you want you

Get lay on your back

It's about guns and

D**gs and h**s and club

This ain't RNB

This is Gangsta Rap

B**ches get smacked

Bustas get jacked

Front if you want you

Get lay on your back

It's about guns and

D**gs and h**s and club

So you wanna really

Know what's real on the mik'

My little homie Pac lost his life

East Coast West Coast

Gun talk rules

Coc*ine big wheels h**s and juice

Down South Gotti ni**a is real

Dirty South

Gangsta Rap got mass appeal

Little white boys in the 'burbs got heat

A ghetto is a ghetto

And a street is strict

Eliminate the poverty disease

And we'll start rapping 'bout birds and trees

You can get shot no matter

How much f**king cash you got

You can never get away the streets they HOT

And gangstas ain't the ones to push

They kill ya in a second

Ask President Bush

This ain't RNB

This is Gangsta Rap

B**ches get smacked

Bustas get jacked

Front if you want you

Get lay on your back

It's about guns and

D**gs and h**s and club

This ain't RNB

This is Gangsta Rap

B**ches get smacked

Bustas get jacked

Front if you want you

Get lay on your back

It's about guns and

D**gs and h**s and club