Ice-t - Gangsta Rap lyrics

Wha**up, Wha**up?! 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 deelers with the tooth Shown to druggies how to blast a deuce (come on) BLAH !! Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy-E and Ren thats what you say ghettoboys we was, so we like drop the law! Dubcee **** *** we thought you how to Crip dance HOOK : This ain't RNB, this is Gangsta Rap, Lady's get smacked, tramps get jacked, Front if you want you get lay on your back It's about guns and d** and club x2 Cypress Hill made you understand How I could just k** a man? Long Beach out of the dark came Snoop Skinny little gangstas not scared to shoot Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz Sure have the whole d**h Row unblast Kane Tea muthaf**a Warren G Nate Dogg rapping that 213 Throw your sets up gangstas like you dont give a damn Inglewood Mac-10 watch who's kane HOOK : x2 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 Cocaine, big wheels, and juice Down South Gotti homies is real (Dirty South) Gangsta Rap got ma** 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 cash you got you can never get away the streets they HOT ! And gangstas ain't the ones to push They k** ya in a second, ask President Bush! HOOK 2x