[Intro - Ikay]
Yow! A weh di $#&@ 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! $#&@ wid dem.

[Verse 1 - The Game]

Straight outta the mother$#&@in pissy hallway in the projects,
To park in a four door Bentley on my set,
Same hood, same mother$#&@in steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death",

Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360,
The Aftermath for that is the ^!$$% 50 ain't wit me,
No hard feelings, we both made millions,

You can hate me or love me but ^!$$% I spit real %#@!,
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 ^!$$% Dr. Dre hit,

Next time I have dreams of $#&@in an R&B (*##$,
I don't make love, I make hits,
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop %#@!.


[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good?

Gangsta?
Still hood?
Gangsta.


[Verse 2 - The Game]
I'm that six figure ^!$$%,

Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga,
^!$$%z yellin Game did this, Game did that,
Game ain't do %#@! but bring the mother$#&@in West Coast back,

I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood,
I sent a mother$#&@in Hallmark card to Suge,
That ^!$$% know that we all good,

So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead,
I put the .38 revolver to my own $#&@in head,
before I let the %#@! eat my conscience,

Ain't 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 mother$#&@in fiend for a Dr. Dre beat.


[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good?

Gangsta?
Still hood?
Gangsta.


[Verse 3 - Ikay]
Uh, Yea! Uh,

It's da mother$#&@in I dot,
Jamaica on my back,
Ten pounds of weed on my block,

Cops coming, hide that,
I'm so $#&@in blessed,
Straight off da River, so $#&@ing fresh,

Heyy!
Mi got mi chopper pon mi,
#~!!@hole! Suck 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 $#&@ 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 %#@!,
Weed in my eyes so I can't see %#@!,
Be on some G %#@!,

Let dem ^!$$%z talk, run up on you wit da Hawk and squeeze clips,
They wanna know where da ^!$$% from,
Kingston Jamaica got dem ^!$$%z bombed,
I'm never wrong,
I am the the street mother$#&@as, here I am.


[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good?
Gangsta?
Still hood?

Gangsta.