Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ayub Bey
Composer
Tracy Marrow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Granddaddy I.U.
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Here we go, another one
Iceberg, gangsta rap, 2006
8th album, SMG
[Verse 2]
Time to take you back to the days of old
'64 Chevys, big fat gold
Out to the west where the gangstas roam
South Central, LA, my home
We was out there feelin' that hip-hop beat
But couldn't connect to the New York streets
So we took our bandanas and we tied them up
Rolled up in the studio and laid it rough
[Verse 3]
Ice Cube and them **** with the 'tudes
Showed a motherfucker how to blast at dudes, come on
Dr. Dre, N.W.A.
Eazy-E and Ren, fuck what you say
Too Short kept it raw for them **** up north
Geto Boys, we was like to fuck law
W.C. ****, sag your pants
We taught you how to gangbang and to crip dance
[Verse 4]
This ain't 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 clubs
[Verse 5]
This ain't 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 clubs
[Verse 6]
Cypress Hill made a **** understand
How I could just kill a man
Long Beach out of the dark, came Snoop
Skinny little **** not scared to shoot
Dogg pound Gangsters, Kurupt and Daz
Suge had the whole Death Row on blast
King Tee, motherfucker Warren G
Nate Dogg reppin' that 213
Don't front motherfucker, don't hate
Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht
Throw your sets up, ****, like you don't give a damn
Inglewood, Mac 10, Watts was KAM
[Verse 7]
This ain't 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 clubs
[Verse 8]
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 clubs
[Verse 9]
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, hoes and jewels
Down south, gold teeth, **** is real
Gangsta rap got mass appeal
Little white boys in the 'burbs got heat
A ghetto is a ghetto and a street's a street
[Verse 10]
Eliminate the poverty disease
And we'll start rappin' 'bout birds and trees
You could get shot, no matter how much fuckin' cash you got
You can never get away, the streets stay hot
And gangsters ain't the ones to push
They'll kill you in a second, ask president Bush
[Verse 11]
This ain't 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 clubs
[Verse 12]
This ain't 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 clubs
Written by: Ayub Bey, Tracy Marrow
