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Les paroles de The Gutter Shit
| | | Artiste: | Ice Cube |
| | Album: | War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc | | Titre: | The Gutter Shit | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 52 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Ice Cube]
I 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
(chorus) {:14}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit,
that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
(verse one)
{:25}
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 putin' 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
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata
(?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
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 equiped 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, unerve
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 dat's on doo low
[Ice Cube]
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)
(verse three) {1:50}
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; kamekaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in
they body
We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees, on hatters, 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!)
[Gangsta] (verse four) {2:30}
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 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, 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 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 (brrrph!)
[Ice
Cube] (chorus) {3:11}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play
it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
(Squeek
Rule)
[Squeek Rule] (verse five) {3:22}
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar
sign dogg, 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 like 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 (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 (Squeek Rule)
[Ice Cube]
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)
(chorus) {4:11}
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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