Gangsta Sh**
This...
This is, Compton's in the house, niggas
(Compton, Lil' E) You know what this is
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
It ain't nothin' to a boss when you gettin' it
It's the jump off now let the Crip in it
Joint hittin' it, eyes low stay steamin'
I'm the dopeman, dope hands stay fiendin'
Everybody wanna see a G, back in the phat rollin' thru the city streets
I guess... I guess I'm the one they wanna be
First son of a legend named Eazy-E
And now little E so famous
Hands on action, everybody so anxious
Game gon' change it, nigga face facts
You can hate it or love it while I just lay back
This Maybach put the loop on 'em
'64 Impala no roof on 'em
100 proof on 'em, I'm real with it
Think otherwise homie we can deal with it
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Work it, on the block I work it, rock it up then serve it
Watch how fast fiends purchase
Nervous 'cuz cops is passin'
Hustle hard for the dough with the cops harassin', mashin'
Still tryin' to duck the coppers, see we all gettin' money so they love to watch us
Feds can't stop us, choppers is circlin'
Fiends need another fix so they chirped again
Keep a murk in him
When I'm stuck in the zone, back seat with the chrome
Homie trip then it's on (Then it's on)
Got the throne I'm just waitin' on the crown
Comp. town is the city, he just wanna be down
He a fake and he know that I'm the truth
I'll show 'em streets already know, so it's nothin' (So it's nothin')
Stop frontin' and you will be fine
You was once number one now that spot bares mine, boy!
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
So flawless, I'm lawless
Roll out the blue park, and I'm lookin' for targets
Watch them, he's hot don't knock him
That dude can't stop him, I'm one big problem
See (See) I told them that the game's over
I'm commercial without havin' to change over
A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut
Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what? (Yeah)
Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that's when Marcy lost me
I'm a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy
Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly
(Yeah) Still servin', still pitchin' it
Money on my mind so I'm still gettin' it
Mav. In the six, D.L. in the five
Four, three, two, one homie let's ride (ride)
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
This is, Compton's in the house, niggas
(Compton, Lil' E) You know what this is
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
It ain't nothin' to a boss when you gettin' it
It's the jump off now let the Crip in it
Joint hittin' it, eyes low stay steamin'
I'm the dopeman, dope hands stay fiendin'
Everybody wanna see a G, back in the phat rollin' thru the city streets
I guess... I guess I'm the one they wanna be
First son of a legend named Eazy-E
And now little E so famous
Hands on action, everybody so anxious
Game gon' change it, nigga face facts
You can hate it or love it while I just lay back
This Maybach put the loop on 'em
'64 Impala no roof on 'em
100 proof on 'em, I'm real with it
Think otherwise homie we can deal with it
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Work it, on the block I work it, rock it up then serve it
Watch how fast fiends purchase
Nervous 'cuz cops is passin'
Hustle hard for the dough with the cops harassin', mashin'
Still tryin' to duck the coppers, see we all gettin' money so they love to watch us
Feds can't stop us, choppers is circlin'
Fiends need another fix so they chirped again
Keep a murk in him
When I'm stuck in the zone, back seat with the chrome
Homie trip then it's on (Then it's on)
Got the throne I'm just waitin' on the crown
Comp. town is the city, he just wanna be down
He a fake and he know that I'm the truth
I'll show 'em streets already know, so it's nothin' (So it's nothin')
Stop frontin' and you will be fine
You was once number one now that spot bares mine, boy!
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
So flawless, I'm lawless
Roll out the blue park, and I'm lookin' for targets
Watch them, he's hot don't knock him
That dude can't stop him, I'm one big problem
See (See) I told them that the game's over
I'm commercial without havin' to change over
A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut
Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what? (Yeah)
Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that's when Marcy lost me
I'm a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy
Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly
(Yeah) Still servin', still pitchin' it
Money on my mind so I'm still gettin' it
Mav. In the six, D.L. in the five
Four, three, two, one homie let's ride (ride)
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Riley, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, David Hinds, Basil Glendon Gabbidon, Selwyn Delrainze Brown, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Ronnie Mcqueen, Steve Nesbitt, Alfonso Martin
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