Artist: Ice-T Album: Gangsta Rap Song: Gangsta Rap Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Opening Skit] (*someone whistles*) What's up?! what's happening Cous'? WESTSIIIDE!! [Ice-T] Here we go, another one Iceberg, Gangsta Rap 2006, 8th album, SMG [Verse One: Ice-T] Time to take you back to the days of old 64 Chevys, big fat gold Out to the west where the gangsters roam South Central, L.A.. my home Niggas have the feeling of that Hip-Hop beats But 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 'tudes Showed the motherfucker 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 niggaz up North Geto Boys, we was like to fuck the law W.C. nigga, sag your panties We taught you how to gangbang and the 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 whores and clubs [Verse Two: Ice-T] Cypress Hill made the nigga understand How I can just kill a man Long Beach out of 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 Tee motherfucker Warren G Nate Dogg ripping that 213 Don't front motherfucker don't hate Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht Throw your sets up niggaz like you don't give a damn Inglewood, Mack 10, Watts was KAM [Chorus: Ice-T X2] [Verse Three: Ice-T] 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, whores and jewels Down South, gold teeth, niggaz is real "Dirty South" Gangsta Rap got mass appeal Little white boys in 'burbs got heat A ghetto is a ghetto and a street is a street Eliminate the poverty disease And we'll start rapping about birds and trees You can get shot, no matter how much fucking cash you got You can never get away, the streets stay hot (*Gunshot*) And gangsters ain't the ones to push They'll kill you a second ask president Bush [Chorus: Ice-T X2]