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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
N.W.A
N.W.A
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven R Arrington
Steven R Arrington
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
William DeVaughn
William DeVaughn
Songwriter
Buddy Hankerson
Buddy Hankerson
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Marshall Eugene Jones
Marshall Eugene Jones
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrook
Ralph Middlebrook
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Norman Napier
Norman Napier
Songwriter
Andrew Noland
Andrew Noland
Songwriter
Roger Parker
Roger Parker
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
Gregory Webster
Gregory Webster
Songwriter
Eric Wright
Eric Wright
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
CARTER, CHARLES C
CARTER, CHARLES C
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Producer
Donovan Sound
Donovan Sound
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here's a little something 'bout a brother like me
Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like to say, that I'm a crazy mother from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the type of punk that you read about
Doing a crime or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm living? Well ****
This is a crew, and I'm in it
My man Dre'd knock you out in a minute
With a right, left, right, left you toothless
And then you say, "Damn, they ruthless"
We make you say it again-gain (Damn)
N.W.A.'s messing up the program
And then you realize we don't care, we don't just say no
We're too busy saying, yeah
About drinking straight out the eighth bottle
Tell the truth, do I look like a role model?
To a kid looking up to me, life ain't nothing but girls and money
'Cause I'm the type of brother that's built to last
We had some in the present, some in the past
But I don't give a damn, 'cause I keep bailing
Yo, tell 'em what they yelling
[Verse 2]
Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
[Verse 3]
Homies all standing around, just hanging
Some dope dealing, some gang banging
We decided to roll and we deep
See a sucker on Daytons and we creep
Real slow and before you know
I had my AK pointed in the window
Check it in, punk, or I might blast
He got scared and hit the gas
We tried to catch him but you all know
You can't catch a five point oh, so
We headed right back to the fort
Sweating all the girls in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play from the ladies
With six thugs in the car, are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin'
We all said, ****, and kept going
To the hood and we was fixin' to
Look for something else to get into
Like a new female or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a sucka for nothing at all
Ice Cube will go stupid when I'm full of Eight Ball
I might stumble but still won't lose, now I'm dressed in the county blues
'Cause I'm the type of brother that's built to last
We had some in the present, some in the past
But I don't give a damn, 'cause I keep bailing
Yo, tell 'em what they yelling
[Verse 4]
Here's a little gangster short in size
A T-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold rocking it
[Verse 5]
Well I'm Eazy E, the one they talking about
Sucka tried to roll a 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 four
With the (Diamond in the back, sun roof top)
Digging the scene with the gangster lean
'Cause I'm the E, I don't sling or bang, I just knock suckas out like it ain't no thing
And all the ladies, you know I'm talking to you
(We love you Eazy) Yeah, I love you too
Because you see, you know I got to be legit
So let me tell you stupid suckas who you messing with
'Cause I'm the type of brother that's built to last
We had some in the present, some in the past
But I don't really care, 'cause I keep bailing
Yo, tell 'em what they yelling
[Verse 6]
Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
[Verse 7]
Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
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
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