Lyrics The Gutter Shit (Feat. Jayo Felony, Gangsta And Squeak Ru) - Ice Cube, Jayo Felony, Gangsta

The Gutter Shit (Feat. Jayo Felony, Gangsta And Squeak Ru)

I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeak Ru
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
(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 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 (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
West Coast Don, you fags did I st-tutter?
(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 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 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 that’s all you know
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta 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;
kamikaze
Illuminati, 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 (biotch!)
(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 dinin'
And on sunday’s on the wine
Is you can’t calm the savage beast (never)
And I can make your birds rise like yeast, 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 extra
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!)
(chorus)
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain’t the rugged shit
(Squeak Ru)
(verse five)
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 to kick it
I know your nose (uhh), can smell my decimals (yep)
The fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your pantyhose
Your eyes full of gleam (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 (Squeak Ru)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta 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