Lyrics:

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, a real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin' mouth, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap, showing all his boys how he shot 'em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got 'em
And everything is cool in the mind of a gangsta, 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five, ayo, 24/7, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't sleep
And all I gotta say to you, wannabe, gonna-be, cocksucking, pussy-eating pranksters
Is when the fire dies down, what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta – heh

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, feeding the poor and helping out with their bills
Although I was born in Jamaica, now I'm in the U.S. making deals
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, I mean, one that you don't really know
Riding around town in a drop-top Benz, hitting switches in my black '64
Now, gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors, some got killed in the past
But this gangsta here was a smart one, started living for the Lord and I'll last
Now, all I gotta say to you wannabe, gonna-be, pussy-eating, cocksucking pranksters?
When the shit jumps off, what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, a real gangsta-ass nigga knows the play
The real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches, ask that gangsta-ass nigga Lil' J
Now, bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign, and play the role of Little Miss Sweet
But catch the bitch all alone, get the digits, take her out, and end up hitting her ass with the meat
'Cause gangsta-ass niggas be the game-players, and everything's quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger, and his partners in the posse ain't telling off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much, all you hear is the blap from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin' shit, do the shit, hit the pen, don't let a mothafucka shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game, 'cause damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

('And now... a word from the President:')

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, getting voted in to the White House
Everything looking good to the people of the world, but the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor getting down like letting a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community, so we can bust you-know-who
So voters of the world, keep supporting me, and I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me to win, I'd sincerely like to thank you
’Cause now I got the world swinging from my nuts, and damn, it feels good to be a gangsta