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 gold
Out throw the West with the Gangsta's Rome
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 Niggaz With Attitude
Shown to motherfucker how to blast a deuce (come on) BLAH!
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy-E and Ren fuck what you say
Too Short kept it raw for them niggas up north
Ghettoboys we was like "Fuck the law!
Dubcee nigga Sag your pants, we thought you how to gangbang and the Crip dance
This ain't RNB, this is Gangsta Rap,
Bitches 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
Cypress Hill made a nigga understand
How I could just kill a man?
Long Beach out of the dark came Snoop
Skinny little nigga not scared to shoot
Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz
Suge had the whole Death grow on blast
King T motherfucka Warren G
Nate Dogg reppin' that 213
Don't front muthafucka, don't hate
Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht
Throw your sets up niggas like you don't give a damn
Inglewood Mack 10, Watts was Kam
So you wanna really know what's real on the mic'
My little homie Pac lost his life
East Coast, West Coast, gun talk rules
Cocaine, big wheels, hoes and jewels
Down South Gold Teeth niggas 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 fucking cash you got
You can never get away the streets stay HOT!
And gangstas ain't the ones to push
They kill ya in a second, ask President Bush!
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