[Intro - Ikay]
Yow! A weh di f** do dem?
Black Wallstreet, Cry Nation
Yeah!
From Kingston to Compton… Ha ha
Yow Game! Weh yuh deh pon?
Warminister!
Ha ha… Dem fi know
Yeah!
Game! f** wid dem
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Straight outta the motherf**ing pissy hallway in the projects
To park in a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherf**ing steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After d**h"
Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360
The Aftermath for that is the n***a 50 ain't wit me
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me but n***a I spit real sh**
Like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit
Now I am gangsta rap
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed up five platinum plaques
So I'm a let the n***a Dr. Dre hit
Next time I have dreams of f**in an R&B b**h
I don't make love, I make hits
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop sh**
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta
[Verse 2 - The Game]
I'm that six figure n***a
Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga
n***as yellin Game did this, Game did that
Game ain't do sh** but bring the motherf**ing West Coast back
I hear the whispering going on in the hood
I sent a motherf**ing Hallmark card to Suge
That n***a know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them d**h threats I'm already dead
I put the .38 revolver to my own f**ing head
Before I let the sh** eat my conscience
Ain't a n***a in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because I'm a motherf**ing fiend for a Dr. Dre beat
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta
[Verse 3 - Ikay]
Uh, Yea! Uh
It's da motherf**in I dot
Jamaica on my back
Ten pounds of weed on my block
Cops coming, hide that
I'm so f**ing blessed
Straight off da River, so f**ing fresh
Heyy!
Mi got mi chopper pon mi
p**yhole! s** yuh mother, tek yuh eyes off mi rapper money
Got respect fi di shottas only
Stick to the streets like cheese to macaroni
A weh di f** do dem
Five shots, a duppy dem
Glock innah mi hand, mi a go fi dem
Big dog never scared ah di puppy dem
I got no love fi dem
Got slugs fi dem
I be on some street sh**
Weed in my eyes so I can't see sh**
Be on some G sh**
Let dem n***as talk, run up on you wit da Hawk and squeeze clips
They wanna know where da n***a from
Kingston Jamaica got dem n***as bombed
I'm never wrong
I am the the street motherf**as, here I am
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta