Gangsta Rap Lyrics - Ice T

Whassup, Whassup?! 

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 drugs and club 

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Cypress Hill made you understand 

How I could just kill 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 Death Row unblast 

Kane Tea muthafucka 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 : 

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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 mass 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 kill ya in a second, ask President Bush! 

HOOK 

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