Ice-T Gangsta Rap Lyrics
            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 n____z with the tooth
            Shown to m_________er how to blast a deuce (come on) BLAH !!
            Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy-E and Ren f___ what you say
            **** * *** for them n____z up north
            ghettoboys we was like "f___ the law!
            Dubcee n____ **** *** we thought you how to g_______ and the Crip dance
        
            HOOK :
        
            This ain't RNB, this is Gangsta Rap,
            b____es get smacked, bustas get jacked,
            Front if you want you get lay on your back
            It's about guns and drugs and hoes and club
            x2
        
            Cypress Hill made a n____ understand
            How I could just kill a man?
            Long Beach out of the dark came Snoop
            Skinny little n____ not scared to shoot
            Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz
            Sure have the whole Death Row unblast
            Kane Tea m____fucka Warren G
            Nate Dogg rapping that 213
            Don't front m____fucka, don't hate
            Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht
            Throw your sets up n____s like you dont give a d___
            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, hoes and juice
            Down South Gotti n____ 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 f___ing 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
            2x
        
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