[Intro: Mack 10]
Yo, somethin' dangerous, man... (Gangsta)
[Chorus: Bruce Waynne]
Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy?
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta
Shit, don't play wit' me, and in the game I'm as real as they come
Do the math, baby, out of the Sun
Even a superstar (Aww)
'Cause I'm a gangsta...
[Verse 1: W.C.]
Now, let's get one thing straight
You fuckin' with a nigga that's liable to catch a case
I'll turn ya birthday to your worst day
Bitch, I'll have you on a high-speed chase on a first date
Umm, trifle, I'm so affiliated
This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin' faded
Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires 'n' switches
A nigga wit' mo' priors than Richard
A ghetto young star
Posted up with the tiny homies in my momma's front yard
A hood pioneer can't function without the smell of gunpowder
And fish fryin' in the air
I'm a sheist nigga, jack-for-ice nigga
Bitch, you got the wrong nigga if you want a nice nigga
I'm Dub C, fuck a MC, catch me in the MC doin' a buck twenty
Bitch, fuck wit' me...
[Chorus: Bruce Waynne]
Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy?
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta
Shit, don't play wit' me, and in the game I'm as real as they come
Do the math, baby, out of the Sun
Even a superstar (Aww)
'Cause I'm a gangsta...
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Now, some bitches don't believe I can spit that 'Izm
'Til they wind up wit' dick all in 'em
'Til they find theyself pullin' off denim
Intoxicated off this venom
I kick game, big game, nickname
Insane, Ice Cube spit flame
Y'all niggas gone feel it down-range
Body feel strange (Blah!), no brain
I'm a throwback, that know how a gangsta do it and a ho act
Get off tha dick if you don't wanna blow that
'Cause bitches treat the bozack, like Prozac
Now there's Gangsta-ism and tribalism
I'm only fuckin' wit' survivalism
.44 to the dome is my religion, now what's yours?
Pray, before I bust yours...
[Chorus: Bruce Waynne]
Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy?
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta
Shit, don't play wit' me, and in the game I'm as real as they come
Do the math, baby, out of the Sun
Even a superstar (Aww)
'Cause I'm a gangsta...
[Post-Chorus: Bruce Waynne]
(Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
Gangsta...
(Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
I'm a gangsta...
[Verse 3: Mack 10]
Every time I come around, bitches starin' at me
Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
Wit' a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee
Full of flair and pizzazz, but I'm a straight-up G
Cocky 'cause I'm rich, look good and I know it
But I'm confused on what to be, a deep boy or poet?
Head is mandatory, bitch, there's so much to blow it
If I do fall for you, I refuse to show it
So if you think I ain't pimpin', man, that shit is absurd
I stay hard on 'em, full of 'izm, fuck what you heard
You say you down for me, shit, but that's only words
You wanna show me love, bitch? I wanna play wit' a bird
So regardless of the weather, bitch, go get the chedda'
And keep big daddy ridin' two-three's or better
Wood on the dash wit' the peanut-butter leather
And like that Al Qaeda love, we can blow up together, holla...
[Chorus: Bruce Waynne]
Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy?
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta
Shit, don't play wit' me, and in the game I'm as real as they come
Do the math, baby, out of the Sun
Even a superstar (Aww)
'Cause I'm a gangsta...
[Post-Chorus: Bruce Waynne]
(Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
Gangsta...
(Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
I'm a gangsta...
[Outro: Bruce Waynne]
Gangsta...
'Cause I'm a gangsta...