[Verse 1]
Let the bass come in then I'mma start comin'
Hard enough to bust a monitor 'cus I'm one of the
Hardest gangsta artists in effect, not a prankster
I wanna send special thanks to the
Deal I took by Ed [?]  while fully helping me to begin my career
Eliminate suckers that cause ruckus to the
Industry, I gotta express what is best to the listener
Not ego driven, but I'm dissin' the
Punks with a wack sound that is effecting the business
So be it, witness the physical fitness
As I release the bass and increase the pace
Of the tempo, and then watch a pimp go
Off like a maniac when I bust to center stage
And I will go in a rage that felt like a renegade
Pay for making a killing or two, but when I'm through
Suckers will be stuck on the speakers like super glue

Aw yeah, back in the house
From the year of '92
We gon' roll our own into '93
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

[Chorus]
(Let the bass go)
I'm still the gangsta
(Let the bass go)
(Let the bass go)
I'm still the gangsta
(Let the bass go)

[Verse 2]
I got a lot to show when I flow 'cus I'm relevant
[?] a bass, make it heavy as an elephant
And drop it as hard as you can on the one
Then let the [?] ride and make it snap up as loud as a gun
Proud when I'm blastin', 'cus I'm everlastin', dope
You got broke down, when I kick the lasting
Lines of a gangsta rhyme
That was bustin' with a ghetto concept, have blasts that go one step
Overboard, when I'm in concert you're never bored
'Cus I get the crowd hype, street Pat is the loud type
You'll see when I'm on stage I'm a different person
Yeah I bump, but I cry when I'm rehearsin'
And burstin', I fuck with beats with that go in it
And when it's time for the rhyme to come in
I'm gonna spit it
Yeah, I get dumb and let the bass line hump stomp
And I'll make your ears thump when you hear the bass drum

Uh, yeah
I told you the first time
You can't fight P-A-T
[Chorus]
(Let the bass go)
I'm still the gangsta
(Let the bass go)

(Let the bass go)
I'm still the gangsta
(Let the bass go)

[Verse 3]
I'm kickin' up, but I ain't college educated
Stated I graduated from a Greek with hard hip-hop beats
I'm the lyricist, you others are fearing this
Style that I'm using, and plus I'm abusing
Fellas that are jealous of the good-to-go wind we flow
When it's mint, but at a different tempo
Hits much faster than this 'cus we blast up punks
With a gate[?] pull, and I gotta plate full of
Stuff that is rough enough to bust like a time bomb
When I'm in effect, be expectin' for me to rhyme some
This how I am I never change or rearrange my
Prodigy for packin' the house to capacity
I'm stupid, dumb, superreal, Vietnam
I tear at your heart, full metal jacket of a skeigh [?]
Cause when I explode you best belief it's with a lot
Of Gangsta Pat on the track showing you what I got
Yeah, uh
Now break it down

[Chorus]
(Let the bass go)
I'm still the gangsta
(Let the bass go)

(Let the bass go)
I'm still the gangsta
(Let the bass go)

And I'm out