Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutter (feat. Jay Rock), artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: AAA
Song language: English
Gutter (feat. Jay Rock) |
| Top Dawg rottweiler |
| Just fall in this motherfucker like |
| Just tell me when, I’m ready baby |
| I been ready baby, since 1987 sometime late February |
| I’m a boss I need an office and a secretary |
| Numero uno, you know, never secondary |
| And I’mma stunt even if a nigga never dare me |
| They say I’m legendary, but I ain’t done much |
| Never heard of a knife, right, I’m uncut |
| That’s raw footage, don’t get it fucked up |
| And you ain’t shot shit, that was Duck Hunt |
| I scare 'em, you saw me and thought you saw three |
| Cause I could put your life on pause like dogs feet |
| And you don’t wanna Top Notch dot com-pete |
| Cause like this track, I got y’all beat |
| By like a hundred fuckin' points |
| I’mma have to celebrate and smoke a hundred fuckin' joints, light up |
| I feel like smokin' a nigga |
| Summer day supersoakin' a nigga, yeah him and both of his niggas |
| Can get it fresh out of the clip and a surgeon could stitch him up |
| Affirmative, permanent rest, but |
| Me no want nobody body on my guns |
| Me no want nobody body on my guns |
| Say |
| Me no want nobody body on my guns |
| Me no want nobody body on my guns |
| No |
| I get this funny feelin' around wannabe killers |
| Who supposed to move in silence, but be loud as sirens |
| And when it go down, they known to back down like, «Stop the violence» |
| And will probably cry if ever locked in a cage like Biron |
| I’m crucifying liars like Pontius Pilate |
| Whoever try’ll vanish |
| I’m on a wack rapper diet and I’m famished |
| Hi, I’m so high I could kick the planet |
| Watch your world shift and then fix the damage |
| I talk bread like every second, I been a sandwich |
| And you’re in the wrong profession, you’re like a deaf pianist |
| And you could use a pill like fresh bananas |
| I do this in my sleep, smooth like silk pajamas |
| But you don’t wanna Top Notch dot com-pete |
| Cause like this track, I got y’all beat |
| By like a hundred fuckin' points |
| I’mma have to celebrate and smoke a hundred fuckin' joints, light up |
| I feel like smokin' a nigga |
| Summer day supersoakin' a nigga, yeah him and both of his niggas |
| Can get it fresh out of the clip and a surgeon could stitch him up |
| Affirmative, permanent rest, but |
| I swear it’s days I feel like bustin' my gun |
| Niggas be pushin' me thinkin' I’m pussy |
| Until I clap, leave him on his back, from the mac |
| Empty the clip leave him stiff as a spliff, y’all don’t hear me though |
| 38s we don’t play with those |
| AR hit your arm, have your homies like, «Where'd it go?» |
| I hate them fake rappers, better calm it down |
| Come to my town, I’mma show you how this llama sound |
| holdin' my waste, Gucci belt buckle |
| Big ass in my pocket, a couple of gs |
| In the club with Soul, yeah we puffin' the weed |
| Makin' it rain, money’s nothin' to me |
| But niggas envy us, come and test us |
| Hot bullets hit your chest, fuck your flesh up |
| Duck, I don’t wanna leave a body on my gat |
| Fuck around and leave a fuckin' dead body on the track |
| Damn, you don’t wanna Top Dawg dot com-pete |
| I put a cease and desist on your heartbeat |
| Why? |
| Because I’m motherfuckin' nuts |
| Me and Soul go celebrate and smoke a hundred fuckin' blunts |
| I feel like smokin' a nigga |
| Summer day supersoakin' a nigga, yeah him and both of his niggas |
| Can get it fresh out of the clip and a surgeon could stitch him up |
| Affirmative, permanent rest, what |