Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beastie Boys
Sampled Artist
Boogie Down Productions
Sampled Artist
Doug E. Fresh
Sampled Artist
Eazy-E
Vocals
Ice Cube
Vocals
Kool & The Gang
Sampled Artist
Ohio Players
Sampled Artist
Richard Pryor
Sampled Artist
Slick Rick
Sampled Artist
Steve Arrington
Sampled Artist
Steve Miller Band
Sampled Artist
The Honey Drippers
Sampled Artist
The Jimmy Castor Bunch
Sampled Artist
William DeVaughn
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven R Arrington
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
William DeVaughn
Songwriter
Buddy Hankerson
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Marshall Eugene Jones
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrook
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Norman Napier
Songwriter
Andrew Noland
Songwriter
Roger Parker
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
Gregory Webster
Songwriter
Eric Wright
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
CARTER, CHARLES C
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dj Yella
Producer
Donovan Sound
Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[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