[Verse 1: The Game]
Straight out the motherfuckin' pissy hallway in the projects
To parkin' a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherfuckin' steps
I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death"
Bangin', bonin' 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 shit
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 fuckin' an R&B bitch
I don't make love, I make hits
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip-Hop shit

[Chorus: Mýa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feels good
Oh, gangsta (gangsta)
And I keeps it still hood (still hood, yeah)
And I keeps it gangsta, yeah (gangsta, yeah)

[Verse 2: The Game]
I’m that six figga 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 shit but bring the motherfuckin' West Coast back
I hear the whisperin' going on in the hood
I sent a motherfuckin' Hallmark card to Suge
That n***a 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 fucking head
Before I let the shit eat my conscience
Ain’t a n***a in the world could tell me I can't come through Compton
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train
Through New York City with the terrorist bombers
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that make me a crack baby
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because I'm a motherfuckin' fiend for a Dr. Dre beat
[Chorus: Mýa]
Oh, feels good (feels good)
Oh, it's all so gangsta (gangsta)
And it's still hood (still hood)
And always gon' be gangsta (gangsta)
Yeah-eah

[Outro: Mýa]
Feels good
Gangsta
Still hood
Gangsta