Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Beastie Boys
Artiste samplé
Boogie Down Productions
Artiste samplé
Doug E. Fresh
Artiste samplé
Eazy-E
Chant
Ice Cube
Chant
Kool & The Gang
Artiste samplé
Ohio Players
Artiste samplé
Richard Pryor
Artiste samplé
Slick Rick
Artiste samplé
Steve Arrington
Artiste samplé
Steve Miller Band
Artiste samplé
The Honey Drippers
Artiste samplé
The Jimmy Castor Bunch
Artiste samplé
William DeVaughn
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steven R Arrington
Paroles/Composition
Leroy Bonner
Paroles/Composition
William DeVaughn
Paroles/Composition
Buddy Hankerson
Paroles/Composition
O'Shea Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Marshall Eugene Jones
Paroles/Composition
Ralph Middlebrook
Paroles/Composition
Walter Morrison
Paroles/Composition
Marvin Pierce
Paroles/Composition
Norman Napier
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Noland
Paroles/Composition
Roger Parker
Paroles/Composition
Lorenzo Patterson
Paroles/Composition
Gregory Webster
Paroles/Composition
Eric Wright
Paroles/Composition
Andre Romell Young
Paroles/Composition
CARTER, CHARLES C
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dr. Dre
Production
Dj Yella
Production
Donovan Sound
Ingénierie
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Intro]
Yo, man
Aw shit, man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
Gimme back my purse, gimme my purse
I wonder who they fucked up tonight, man
You, motherfucker
Got him
Pull over to the side right now
Man, fuck them motherfuckers
Yo Dre, gimme a funky-ass bassline
Right here
[Verse 1]
Here's a little somethin' 'bout a **** like me
Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now, I'm the motherfucker that you read about
Takin' a life or two
That's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm livin', well, fuck you
This is a gang and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right, left, right, left, you're toothless
And then you say, "Goddamn, they Ruthless"
Everywhere we go, they say ("Damn")
N.W.A's fuckin' up the program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say, "No"
We're too busy sayin', "Yeah"
About drinkin' straight out the 8 bottle
Do I look like a motherfuckin' role model?
To a kid lookin' up to me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
[PreChorus]
'Cause I'm the type of **** that's built to last
If you fuck wit' me, I'll put my foot in ya ass
See, I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin' (Bailin')
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
Hopin' you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say
[Verse 2]
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass **** start breakin' out
'Cause you know, they know what's up
So we started lookin' for the bitches with the big butt
Like her, but she keep cryin'
I got a boyfriend
Bitch, stop lyin'
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothin' but a dyke
Suddenly, I see some **** that I don't like
Walked over to 'em and said, "What's up?"
The first **** that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' 'em and so did E
By that time, got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun and here's the plot
Takin' **** out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin'
And then you look, all you see is **** runnin'
And fallin' and yellin' and pushin' and screamin' and cussin'
I stepped back and I kept bustin'
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this because of that who-ride
N.W.A is wanted for a homicide
[PreChorus]
'Cause I'm the type of **** that's built to last
Fuck wit' me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See, I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin' (Bailin')
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
That's what they're yellin'
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 fuckin' thing back
[Verse 3]
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin'
We decide to roll and we deep
See a **** on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I had to smoke his ass
He kept rollin', I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said, "Fuck it"
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play from the ladies
With six **** in a car, are you crazy?
She was scared and it was showin'
We all said, "Fuck you, bitch!"
And kept goin'
To the hood and we was fin' to
Find somethin' else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a **** for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of 8 ball
I might stumble, but still won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
[PreChorus]
'Cause I'm the type of **** that's built to last
If you fuck wit' me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin' (Bailin')
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
[Bridge]
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit!
Man, what'cha gon' do now?
What we're gonna do, right here, is go back
How far you goin' back?
Way back
As we go a little somethin' like this
Hit it
[Verse 4]
Here's a little gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt, Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank, yet, hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy-E cold runnin' shit
[Verse 5]
Well, I'm Eazy-E, the one they're talkin' about
**** 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 six-fo' wit' 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 smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thing
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin' to you
We want to fuck you, Eazy
I want to fuck you, too
Because you see, I don't really take no shit
So let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with
[PreChorus]
'Cause I'm the type of **** that's built to last
If you fuck wit' me, I'll put a foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin' (Bailin')
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way
[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker and talk about your funky ways
Written by: Andrew Noland, Buddy Hankerson, Charles C. Carter, Dr. Dre, Eric Wright, Gregory Webster, Leroy Bonner, Lorenzo Patterson, Marshall Eugene Jones, Marvin Pierce, Norman Napier, O'Shea Jackson, Ralph Middlebrook, Roger Parker, Steven R Arrington, Walter Morrison, Waung Hankerson, William DeVaughn