Gangsta Sh** - Lil Eazy E

This…

This is, Compton’s in the house, niggas

(Compton, Lil' E) You know what this is

Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit

So I’mma give them niggas that gangsta shit

Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips

So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit

Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)

Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)

It ain’t nothin' to a boss when you gettin' it

It’s the jump off now let the Crip in it

Joint hittin' it, eyes low stay steamin'

I’m the dopeman, dope hands stay fiendin'

Everybody wanna see a G, back in the phat rollin' thru the city streets

I guess… I guess I’m the one they wanna be

First son of a legend named Eazy-E

And now little E so famous

Hands on action, everybody so anxious

Game gon' change it, nigga face facts

You can hate it or love it while I just lay back

This Maybach put the loop on 'em

'64 Impala no roof on 'em

100 proof on 'em, I’m real with it

Think otherwise homie we can deal with it

Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit

So I’mma give them niggas that gangsta shit

Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips

So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit

Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)

Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Work it, on the block I work it, rock it up then serve it

Watch how fast fiends purchase

Nervous 'cuz cops is passin'

Hustle hard for the dough with the cops harassin', mashin'

Still tryin' to duck the coppers, see we all gettin' money so they love to

watch us

Feds can’t stop us, choppers is circlin'

Fiends need another fix so they chirped again

Keep a murk in him

When I’m stuck in the zone, back seat with the chrome

Homie trip then it’s on (Then it’s on)

Got the throne I’m just waitin' on the crown

Comp.

town is the city, he just wanna be down

He a fake and he know that I’m the truth

I’ll show 'em streets already know, so it’s nothin' (So it’s nothin')

Stop frontin' and you will be fine

You was once number one now that spot bares mine, boy!

Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit

So I’mma give them niggas that gangsta shit

Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips

So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit

Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)

Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)

So flawless, I’m lawless

Roll out the blue park, and I’m lookin' for targets

Watch them, he’s hot don’t knock him

That dude can’t stop him, I’m one big problem

See (See) I told them that the game’s over

I’m commercial without havin' to change over

A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut

Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what?

(Yeah)

Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that’s when Marcy lost me

I’m a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy

Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly

(Yeah) Still servin', still pitchin' it

Money on my mind so I’m still gettin' it

Mav.

In the six, D.L.

in the five

Four, three, two, one homie let’s ride (ride)

Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit

So I’mma give them niggas that gangsta shit

Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips

So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit

Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)

Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)

Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)