Gutter Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

(Pooh-Man) 

Let's do this ya'll 

(Robin Smith) 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

(Pooh-Man) 

Straight player oakland mack 

It's all about never leaving home unstrapped 

I tell these tales and tell them well 

Get in the game punk 

And watch your trick ass fail 

Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets 

One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet 

The fast lane the dope game so much pain 

Clocking cash like a champ 

Won't a damn thang change 

I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes 

But I still got love for my 6 9 roots 

Little girl black rammy on 

The story goes on but real players know 

It's the town of the dank point 

of fat 20 sacks 

the town where the motherfuckers made the mack 

'cause it's the Eastside 

'cause only real gutter motherfuckers understand me 

Standing on the block 

Riding the strip 

Never been loose without my glock and two clips 

'cause I am yelling out the windows 

Riding the hoes 

Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues 

It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch 

Get mad all you want but you can't do shit 

To the real players put your hand in the air 

They can't fuck with gutter players 

(Robin Smith) 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

(Pooh-Man) 

Eight o'clock on the block 

With four five glock 

Got's to be saved 'cause this fiends won't what I got 

They spend ten, 50-50 two or one 

You want my pot then fool come and get some 

The life of a hustler, living like a G 

Look up player in the dictionary 

And you will find me 

80 G's a day puts a brother on relax 

Have more hoes then Frank Ward 

So call me the fat cat 

And don't mind putting the fool in dirt 

Run up to me and my family and watch me put in work 

Big Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keys 

Yelling rest in peace to a click that want some beef 

Where ya from 

Does the baron know where ya heading 

Run up on my family and watch your ass regret it 

I am calling 187 shots 

Having fools dropped 

Used to be your spot but now it's my spot 

Taking' what's' yours is the best way to get ahead 

I ain't with that color shit but I'll paint your ass red 

To put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brother 

Top of Ol' G's how to survive in the gutter 

(Robin Smith) 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

(Pooh-Man) 

The moves I mack the chances I take 

No time for mistakes because these brothers be snakes 

A fool a snitch on your ass fast 

Scared as hell trying to save his own ass 

And I ain't got time to trust nobody 

Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party 

You see I can always say I ain't stupid 

But when the feds are at my door I gots to prove it 

Search warrants about 15 deep 

Swearing up and down that they are going to find some keys 

All though my closet 

Searching through my kitchen 

What cha looking for old man some fucking chicken 

Trying to find some drug pearfunalim 

Your out of luck law man, what I tell ya 

And they be pissed when they don't find nothing 

But they be happy as hell when they do find something 

But I ain't giving them bastards nothing to gloat about 

You did'nt find shit, so get the FUCK OUT! 

So hear is a message to the A.T.F.D.A. and F.B.I. 

Eat shit and die 

From the gutter 

(Robin Smith) 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter 

This is how we live each day 

Growing up the gangster way 

This is how we live in the gutter