N.W.A — Gangsta Gangsta Clean

[Intro: Eazy-E] Pull over to the side right now Yo, Dre, gimme a funky-ssa bassline [Verse 1: Ice Cube] Here's a little somethin' 'bout a brotha like me Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary Ice Cube would like to say That I'm a crazy motha from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the type of punk that you read about Doin' a crime or two, that's what the hell I do You don't like how I'm livin', well, kcuf uoy This is a crew, and I'm in it My man Dre'll knock you out in a minute With a right, left, right-left, you're toothless And then you say, "Damn, they ruthless" We'll make you say it again (Damn) N.W.A's messing up the program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we're too busy sayin', "Yeah" About drinking straight out the eight bottle Tell the truth, do I look like a role model? To a kid looking up to me Life ain't nothin' but girls and money 'Cause I'm the type of brotha that's built to last We had some in the present, some in the past But I don't give a damn 'cause I keep bailing Yo, tell 'em what they yelling [Chorus] Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling It's not about a salary, it's all about reality Gangsta, gangsta He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a ******* thing back [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Homies all standing around, just hangin' Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin' We decide to roll and we deep See a sucka on Daytons and we creep Real slow, and before you know I had my AK pointed in the window Check it in, punk, or I might blast He got scared and hit the gas We tried to catch him, but you all know You can't catch a 5.0, so We headed right back to the fort Sweatin' all the girls in the biker shorts We didn't get no play from the ladies With six thugs in a car, are you crazy? She was scared and it was showing We all said, "Kcuf uoy, hctib" and kept going To the hood, and we was fittin' to Look for somethin’ else to get into Like a new female, or in fact A bum rush, but we call it rat pack On a sucka for nothin' at all Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball I might stumble, but still won't lose Now I'm dressed in the county blues 'Cause I'm the type of brotha that's built to last We had some in the present, some in the past But I don't give a damn 'cause I keep bailin' Yo, tell 'em what they yellin' [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this— Man what you gon' do now? What we gonna do right here is go way back How far you goin' back? Way back As we go a little somethin' like this, hit it [Verse 3: Ice Cube & Dr. Dre] Here's a little gangsta, short in size A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise Built like a tank, yet hard to hit Ice Cube and Eazy-E cold rockin' it [Verse 4: Eazy-E & MC Ren] Well, I'm Eazy-E the one they talkin' about Sucka tried to roll the dice and just crapped out Police tried to roll, so it's time to go I creeped away real slow and jumped in the '64 With the diamond in the back, sun-roof top Diggin' the scene with the gangsta lean 'Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang I just knock suckas out like it ain't no thang And all the ladies, you know I'm talkin' to you "We love you Eazy!" Yeah, I love you too Because you see, you know I gotta be legit So let me tell you stupid suckas who you're messing with 'Cause I'm the type of brotha that's built to last We had some in the present, some in the past But I don't really care 'cause I keep bailin' Yo, tell 'em what they yellin' [Chorus] Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling It's not about a salary, it's all about reality Gangsta, gangsta He'll **** up you and yours and anything that gets in his way Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling It's not about a salary, it's all about reality Gangsta, gangsta He'll just call you a low-life mother ****** and talk about your funky ways