Gangsta Gangsta

Hey homey

I'm talking to you (That's right)

I know you think it's cool (Shit)

I used to think it was cool to be

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy

Running in these streets

I know you, homey, cause that used to be me

Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey

I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy

Running in these streets

I know you, homey, cause that used to be me

Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey

I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you

Now homeboy, he was just a youngster, barely coming of age

Taking flickas with his homeboys, holding up a twelve gauge

His homeboys throwin' up the town, simon, they're proud of where they're from

Vatos from the other town, they were to come if they want some

His older homeboys drive in, and he's riding shotgun

Bumpin' "Shotgun," hanging out the window with the shotgun

They ain't got funds, but they got guns

Yeah

They might be young, but they don't run

Fuck no

They walk, with their chins up, they do chin ups

Push ups and sit ups, roll a joint and go get lit up

And go gang-bang and beat them fools til they don't get up

And they don't stop, fuck no, homeboy, they don't let up

They're from the west, and they duel to the death

And there gonna be gang-banging til there's nobody left

Sound familiar

Well then I'm talking to you

I know about the crazy life and things I used to do, when I was

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy

Running in these streets

I know you, homey, cause that used to be me

Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey

I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy

Running in these streets

I know you, homey, cause that used to be me

Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey

I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you

Bandanas and hairnets, T-shirts, Cortezes

Maybe whinos, huaraches, zarapes, or a cascade

Pennotens, or a big ben chaqueta

With a cueta in his front right pocket, homeboy, neta

Always creased up whether in Dickies or in Davises

Smoking the good shit, the kind that makes you forget what day it is

Not only is he on the calles, but he's claiming it

Taggin' up the walls, scrap and scrapin' down the pavement

Ain't got no jale, but he's looking for the payment

There's other ways to make it, if not it, he just takes it

La vida loca, women, liquor and drogas

Smokin' juras, runnin' from la jura

It's crazy, look around

They can throw, one-on-one, from the chest so they can all get down

Sound familiar

Well then I'm talking to you

I know about the crazy life and things I used to do, when I was

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy

Running in these streets

I know you, homey, cause that used to be me

Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey

I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy

Running in these streets

I know you, homey, cause that used to be me

Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey

I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you