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Viewing Lyrics for The Gutter Shit(feat. Gangsta, Jayo Felony, Squeek Rule:
| | | Artist: | ICE CUBE |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | The Gutter Shit(feat. Gangsta, Jayo Felony, Squeek Rule | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 64 | | | | Lyrics: | [Ice Cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O
Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta
[chorus]
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother
shit
Ain't the rugged shit [repeat]
[verse one]
Keep it gangsta y'all, I want
to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this
kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all
Can't none
of y'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid
(ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)
(a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk
bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris
Rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from
the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo (verse two)]
There is
sa-lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you
still in for some danger
And when i'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her
But if
she looks tossed up, i'll slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz
the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equiped to rip,
any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
but they put me in the twist like Trump
I
can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word,
unerve
then he done
20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O
Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a
mission
And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts
it down at a show (Jay-O)
But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low
[Ice Cube]
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta
y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my
life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
[verse three]
I'm
sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?)
Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?)
Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah)
I'm sick of these rap niggas
lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows
(uhh)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!)
Lyin' about they clout
(yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
Do
karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the
richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We
the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)
[Gangsta (verse four)]
Who dat?
next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
By the
thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and
Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm grindin'
I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin'
And on
sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast (never)
And I can make your birds
rise like geese, K-Mac tell 'em
You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke)
Hard or
soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only
a few niggas left with this love mang
So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker
Rock
together (uhh), claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)
[Ice
Cube (chorus)]
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your
mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit [repeat]
[Squeek Rule]
[Squeek Rule
(verse five)]
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em)
Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the
honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to
like ta kick it
I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)
Done fiend for the
green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
You wanna
get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what i'm boastin'
Hit the three
wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage (what it
do?)
Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)
[Ice Cube]
Keep
it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta
y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
[chorus]
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your
mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit [repeat] | | | |
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