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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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The Gutter Shit (Featuring Jayo Felony, Gangsta & Squeak Ru)
Lyricist:Terrell Anderson, Terry Gray, O'shea Jackson, Marcus Moore, James Savage
I've 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
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play for it your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
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 that's all
Can't none of y'all hang with me puttin' 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
But chicken heads get chicken feed Lil' dick and weed Everything that a chicken need 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 s-s-stutter
There is a 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 fingerbang 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 equipped 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 Unnerve then he done, 20/20 ain't good enough Rappers 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 looked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low
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)
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 (Brrrmph) 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (Yeah yeah)
It's the Maharaji, my niggas kamikaze Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body We the riders, we push like Maseratis Do karates on haters, 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 (Bitch)
Who dat? Next out the game in blue khaks 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 steaks 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, loc (Swell 'em loc) 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 (Brrph)
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
Squeek Rule Look in my eyes I see the dollar sign dog, 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 lie 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 (Brrmph) 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, dog I'm lickin' like a movie star Money makes me a savage (What it do?) Shit, I break down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)
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)
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
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