gangstas

rock this mic

jody breeze

young jeezy

big gee

duke

eazy e

wiz

block e-n-t

boyz n da hood

bad boy

e serm

lets go

from the a all the way to compton

they say the new n-w-a is coming

keep your basses bumping

stay away from who fake & fronting

try and play me

i'mma take your face to thumping

i'm a gangsta

i don't need rap for nothing

and only play games in the a or compton

hop by the box chevy murder any man standing

its more than the hood

e

tell em where its standing

i got beat for the street to the beach i'll be rolling

neva see me strolling

40s i'll be holding

girls in the daisies drive eazy crazy

rolled up my windows as i turned on my a-c

rolling down crenshaw see the hoes jocking

sunday nights popping

see the foes hopping

my stereo's bumping that a-t-l funk

you can call it what ya want

either way that shit bumps

being a gangsta is so neat yeah

gangsta beat 4 the street

all this gutter gutter

pulled up with it

this just the beginning so don't fuck with us

being a gangsta is so neat yeah

gangsta beat 4 the street

them boyz in the hood will keep your heart

come talking that trash and we'll pull your car

i'm in the 6-4 5th

bitch strapped

no roof

the snowman pimp

bitch shoes on the coupe

stepped in 100 deep

deep

blew a few bucks

g'd up a pair of black strings in the chucks

my wrist so rocky and my neck so bright

my stones change colors like a disco light

whole team strapped up

let a nigga trip

desert eagle in the club

better

nigga flip

from the south to west

i stay in a vest

fully loaded

smif n wess to protect my nest

let you trip

you disrespect

you get checked

more direct

you end up with a hole in your neck

i must confess theres got to be something in the water

cause every year i age

i gets harder and harder

got a team of cutthroats

niggaz with hood hoes

trying to cope slum dough

whenever the guns blow

yeah

i'm cruising down the street in my l-a-c

blowing good kenwood

bumping eazy e

we them boyz in the hood

in the hood i be

we out the fryer

freaking all the g's

i got paint to sniff

for all the j's i got thanks for you

if crime pays

we looking for a gangsta lean

you bad niggaz better tang your lip

you gonna fuck around and get in some gangsta shit

all black boys with them toys four deep

tote heat

four speed

grow tree

in a spokes?

so

niggaz don't want beef

nigga run up on the corner

match a barrel through his teeth

four foot celebrate

fifth all kinda ways

oh he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away

toting that thang

i'm d-cap that-a-way

the punk went that-a-way

the punk went that-a-way