The Gutter Shit Lyrics

The Gutter Shit lyrics

[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  {repeat}