Gangsta Nation (feat. Ice Cube) - J. Period Remix

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (West Side)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (oh, oh)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (what-what?)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (suh-woo!)

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (yeah-yeah)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na

This game right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what?

And with my peers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud, but don't run up
When we come through they'll run and duck
We're still right here, don't press your luck

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (what-what?)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (suh-woo!)

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na

What the hell is Ice Cube talkin' about?
That's how you get these here parked in your mouth
West Side ride great, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks, I ain't gon' hit

I don't holla at these girls that sing like Ashante
Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (ugh)
You kinda strangé
But I'm rich so my entré, got to be Bombay

One thing I do know, I ain't the uno
Big puno, rap sumo on pruno (you know)
I'd like to thank the congregation
And my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation

I'm hard on them, yeah, I'm ruthless
You like a stress sack, boy, you're useless
You know the side chick, better get up on it
'Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin' on it

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (yo, check this out Nate)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (we got a Gangsta Nation goin' down here)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (so y'all might as well bow down and)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (join this West Side thing, man)

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na ('cause once you get with this)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (partner, you are as G as you can be, believe that home boy)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (it's like that, Ferret, what I tell you homie?)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (it ain't a hit 'til Nate Dogg spit)

This game right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what?

And with my peers, I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run and duck
We're still right here, don't press your luck (what?)

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (what?)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (consider this an invitation to my Gangsta Nation)

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na (what?)
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na