[Intro: Ice-T Talking]
(*Whisling*) what's up, what's happening y'all
west side, here we go, another one, Ice Berg
Gangsta Rap 2005, Eight thousand
[Verse 1: Ice-T]
time to take you back to the days of old
six-four Chevys, big fat gold
out to your west wit gangsters rome
South Central, L.A. my home
niggas have the feeling of that Hip-Hop beats
we couldn't connect to the New York streets
so we took our bandanas and we tied them up
roll up in the studio and laid it rough
Ice cube and them niggaz with the attitudes
showed the mothafucker how to blast the dudes "blaw"
come on, Dr.Dre, N.W.A., Eazy-E and 'Ren fuck what you say
Too Short kept it raw for them niggas up Nouth
Geto Boys, we was like to fuck the laws
w.C. nigga, sag your panties
we taught you how to gangbang and it creep dance.....
[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
this ain't no R & B this is Gangsta Rap
bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
front if you want, you'll get laid on your back
it's about guns and drugs and hoes and bucks
[Verse 2: Ice-T]
Cypress Hill made the nigga understand
how I can just kill a man
Long Beach outta the dark, came Snoop
Skinny little nigga not scare to shoot
Dogg Pound Gangsters, Kurupt and Daz
Suge had the whole Death grow on blast
King-T mothafucker, warren G, Nate Dogg rippin' that 213
don't front mothafucker 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......
[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
this ain't no R & B this is Gangsta Rap
bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
front if you want, you'll get laid on your back
it's about guns and drugs and hoes and bucks
[Verse 3: Ice-T]
So you wanna really know what's real on the MiC
my little home boy 'Pac lost his life
East coast, West coast, Gun talk rules
Cocaine, big wheels, holes and jewels
down South Pole, deep niggas is real "Dirty South"
Gangsta Rap got master peel
little white boys in 'burbs got heat
a ghetto is a ghetto and the street is a street
eliminate the poverty disease
and we'll start rappin' about birds and trees
you can get shot no matter how much fuckin' cash you got
you can never get away, the streets stay hot
the gangsters ain't the ones to push
they'll kill you a second ask president Bush......
[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
this ain't no R & B this is Gangsta Rap
bitches get smacked, busters get jacked
front if you want, you'll get laid on your back
it's about guns and drugs and hoes and bucks
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