Gangsta Rap Songtext
von Ice‐T

What′s up?
What's happening, cuz?
Where we at? (Westside!)
Here we go, another one
Iceberg, Gangsta Rap 2006
Eighth album, SMG

Time to take you back to the days of old
6-4 Chevys, big fat gold
Out to the west where the gangstas roam
South Central, L.A., my home
We was out there feeling that Hip-Hop beat
But couldn′t connect to the New York streets
So we took our bandanas and we tied them up
Rolled up in the studio and laid it rough


Ice Cube and them niggas with the 'tudes
Showed a motherfucker how to blast at dudes, come on (blaw!)
Dr. Dre, N.W.A, Eazy-E and 'Ren, fuck what you say
Too $hort kept it raw for them niggas up North
Geto Boys, we was like, "Fuck the law"
W.C. nigga, sag your pants
We taught you how to gangbang and to crip dance

This ain′t no RnB, this is gangsta rap
Bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
Front if you want, you′ll get laid on your back
It's about guns and drugs and hoes and clubs
This ain′t no RnB, this is gangsta rap
Bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
Front if you want, you'll get laid on your back
It′s about guns and drugs and hoes and clubs

Cypress Hill made a nigga understand
How I can just kill a man
Long Beach out of the dark, came Snoop
Skinny little nigga not scared to shoot

Dogg Pound Gangsters, Kurupt and Daz
Suge had the whole Death Row on blast
King Tee motherfucker, Warren G
Nate Dogg reppin' that 213


Don′t front, motherfucker, don't hate
Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht
Throw your sets up niggas like you don′t give a damn
Inglewood, Mack-10, Watts was Kam

This ain′t no RnB, this is gangsta rap
Bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
Front if you want, you'll get laid on your back
It′s about guns and drugs and hoes and clubs
This ain't no RnB, this is gangsta rap
Bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
Front if you want, you′ll get laid on your back
It's about guns and drugs and hoes and clubs

So you wanna really know what′s real on the mic
My little homie 'Pac lost his life
East coast, West coast, gun-talk rules
Cocaine, big wheels, hoes and jewels
Down South, gold teeth, niggas is real (Dirty South)
Gangsta rap got mass appeal
Little white boys in 'burbs got heat
A ghetto is a ghetto and a street is a street

Eliminate the poverty disease
And we′ll start rapping about birds and trees
You can get shot, no matter how much fucking cash you got
You can never get away, the streets stay hot
And gangsters ain′t the ones to push
They'll kill you a second, ask president Bush

This ain′t no RnB, this is gangsta rap
Bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
Front if you want, you'll get laid on your back
It′s about guns and drugs and hoes and clubs
This ain't no RnB, this is gangsta rap
Bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
Front if you want, you′ll get laid on your back
It's about guns and drugs and hoes and clubs