Gangsta Gangsta Lyrics

N.W.A


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: William Devaughn, O'Shea Jackson, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Eric Wright, Andre Romell Young
album: Track 3 in album Straight Outta Compton
release date: 1988-8-8
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Electro
length: 5:37
producer: Yella

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N.W.A Straight Outta Compton cover art
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Here's a little somethin' bout a ***** like me
Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy motha****a from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha ****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 **** you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll **** you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's ****in' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha ****in role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but *****es and money
Cause I'm tha type o' ***** that's built ta last
If ya **** wit me I'll put a foot in ya ***
See I don't give a **** cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the **** are they yellin'

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated ************s hear what I have to say"

When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-*** *****s start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the *****es with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"I got a boyfriend" ***** stop lyin
Dumb-*** hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some *****s that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first ***** 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 ****!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin *****s out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is *****s 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 ***** that's built to last
**** wit me, I'll put my foot in your ***
See I don't give a ****, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the **** are they yellin?

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated ************s hear what I have to say"

"He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a ****in thing back"

Homies all standin’ around, just hangin’
Some dope-dealin’, some gang-bangin’
We decide to roll and we deep
See a ***** 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 ***
He kept rollin’, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said **** it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin’ all the *****es in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six *****s in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin’
We all said "**** you *****!" and kept goin’
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin’ else to get into
Like some *****, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a ***** 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 ***** that's built to last
If you **** with me, I'll put my foot in your ***
I don't give a ****, cause I keep bailin’
Yo, what the **** are they yellin’?

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 ****

Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about
***** 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 ************s like it ain't no thang
And all you *****es, you know I'm talkin to you
"We want to **** you Eazy!" I want to **** you too
Cause you see, I don't really take no ****
Cause I'm the type of ***** that's built to last
If you **** wit me, I'll put my foot in your ***
I don't give a ****, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the **** are they yellin?

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated ************s hear what I have to say"

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated ************s hear what I have to say"


Track Listing


12" Vinyl 1
  • 1 Straight Outta Compton
  • 2 Fuck tha Police
  • 3 Gangsta Gangsta
  • 4 If It Ain’t Ruff
  • 5 Parental Discretion Iz Advised
  • 6 Express Yourself
  • 7 Compton’s N the House (remix)
  • 8 I Ain’t tha 1
  • 9 Dopeman (remix)
  • 10 Quiet on tha Set