The Gutter Shit Lyrics - Gangsta

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 

(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