World Cla** Wreckin' Cru - Gang Bang (You're Dead) lyrics

Listen to the story as we rap to the beat As we educate ya 'bout life in the street Coz gang bangin, dope slangin, (??baffle the hit) If you do it too long, you'll end up dead If you don't end up dead, you'll end up in jail Livin your life in a concrete hell [CHORUS:] Gang bang! You're dead and lyin in the street Gang bang! Fifteen years old and a cold piece o' meat Gang bang! Now tell me brotha watcha gonna do Gang bang! When the coroner puts the bag on you Ooh you're standin on the corner, selling weed Tryin to earn money for the things you need You look like a waitress, who works in a bar But you don't wait on tables, you wait on cars You don't carry a tray, you carry a bag A car pa**es by, you start to blast A car pulls over then you make the drop And out jumps a badge and a narco cop Up against the wall, and down to jail You can't go home coz you can't make bail Your mother's at home, constantly cryin For fear that her baby could be dyin [CHORUS] You wear red rag, blue rag, and big shoelaces You drink 40 ounce brew by the cases You dress so tacky 'til you look like a slob And you wonder why you can't get a job You wear barrets and you call yourself a man And you never wear the right size pants Your clothes are never fresh, they're always stale Who's your designer, the county jail? You got secret words and finger signs Twisted egos and warped minds Your grammar is bad and you think you're cool But if you listen to yourself, you sound like a fool [CHORUS]