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letra de gangsta gangsta - g.w.a

-sirens-
ah, sh-t! man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
i wonder who they f-cked up today?
-screeching tires-
you, m-th-f-cka!
-machine gun fire-
(got him)

pull over to the side right now
man, f-ck them m-th-f-ckaz!

[intro: hard-n ]
yo, dre! gimme a funky-ass bassline!
right here!

[verse 1: ice]

here’s a little somethin’ ’bout a guy like me
never should’ve been let out the penitentiary
ice would like to say
that i’m a crazy m-th-f-cka from around the way
since i was a youth, i smoked weed out

now i’m the m-th-f-cka that you read about
takin’ a life or two, that’s what the h-ll i do
you don’t likе 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-lеft, right left ya 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 m-th-f-ckin’ role model?
to a kid lookin’ up to me
life ain’t nothin’ but b-tches and money

[pre-chorus: ice]
’cause i’m the type of guy that’s built to last

if you f-ck with me, i’ll put my foot in your ass
see, i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bellin’
yo! what the f-ck are they yellin’?
[chorus: ]
gangsta! gangsta! that’s what they yellin’

it’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality

gangsta! gangsta!

hopin’ you sophisticated m-th-f-ckaz hear what i have to say

[verse 2: ice]
when me and my posse stepped in the house
all the punk-ass guys 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-ass hooker ain’t nothin’ but a dyk-

suddenly, i see some guys that i don’t like
walked over to ’em, and said “what’s up?”
the first guy 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’ guys out with a flurry of buck shots
boom! boom! boom! yeah, i was gunnin’
and then you look, all you see is guys 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

[pre-chorus: ice]
’cause i’m the type of guy that’s built to last
f-ck with me, i’ll put my foot in your ass
see, i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bellin’
yo, what the f-ck are they yellin’?

[chorus: ]
gangsta! gangsta! that’s what they 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]
homies all standin’ around, just hangin’
some dope-dealin’, some gang-bangin’
we decide to roll and we deep
see a guy 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-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 guys 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 guy for nothin’ at all
ice’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

[pre-chorus: ice]
’cause i’m the type of guy that’s built to last
if you f-ck with me, i’ll put my foot in your ass
i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bellin’
yo! what the f-ck are they yellin’?

[interlude: dr. dre (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 back)

how far you goin’ back? (way back)

“as we go a lil’ somethin’ like this” — hit it!

[pre-verse: ice]
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

hard-n cold runnin’ sh-t!

[verse 4: hard-n ]
well, i’m hard-n, the one they’re talkin’ about

guy 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 m-th-f-ckaz like it ain’t no thang!

and all you b-tches, you know i’m talkin’ to you
“we wanna f-ck you, eazy!” i wanna f-ck you too!
because you see, i don’t really take no sh-t

so let me tell ya m-th-f-ckaz who you f-ckin’ with

[pre-chorus: hard-n]
’cause i’m the type of guy that’s built to last
if you f-ck with me, i’ll put a foot in your ass
i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i keep bellin’
yo! what the f-ck are they yellin’?

[chorus: ]
gangsta! gangsta! that’s what they 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 yellin’

it’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality

gangsta! gangsta

he’ll just call you a low-life m-th-f-cka
and talk about yo’ funky ways

- g w a

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