T-bone - The Gutter sh** lyrics

[Ice Cube] I been servin' n***as since 1985 n***as want the gutter Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony My n***a Gangsta, Squeak Ru Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (chorus) {:14} n***as want that gutter sh** f** that other sh**, that play it for your mother sh** Ain't the rugged sh** {repeat} (verse one) {:25} Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all n***as comin' with that bullsh**, it's gankin' y'all We can ride to this kinda sh** and bank them all n***a ball 'till you fall motherf**er thats all Can't none of y'all hang with me puttin' in work Turn this motherf**er up unless you goin' to church Nowadays, crazy a** b**hes 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 b**h hot, turn into Fort Knox (b**h know) It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter West Coast Don, you f*gs did I st-tutter? [Jayo] (verse two) {:59} There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, n***a the west is in the house But you still in for some danger And when I'm thru, I take your b**h 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 n***as 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 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 f**in' hide to be called a physician Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O) But loked to choke the sh** out a fool, n***a that's all you know [Ice Cube] Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) (verse three) {1:50} I'm sick of these rap n***as lyin' 'bout they rich (what?) Lyin' 'bout they b**h (what?) Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?) I'm sick of these rap n***as lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?) Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?) Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah) I'm sick of these rap n***as lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!) Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh) Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh) I'm sick of these rap n***as lyin' 'bout they house (punk!) Lyin' about they clout (yeah) Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah) It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my n***as; kamikaze Illuminati, b**h hoes in they body We the riders, we push like Maseratis Do karates, on haters, and you hotties f** the party, come on, my n***as focus We the richest, pretend that we the brokest n***as 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, n***as 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 dinin' And on sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm the savage beast (never) And I can make your birds rise like yeast, K-Mac tell 'em You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke) Hard or soft determines how much a n***a sell 'em for We got the fish scale texture (fish scale) Now if you cook it yourself you get extra Dub that sh** to d**h with this dub thang Only a few n***as left with this love mang So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together And f** co*k together, n***a (brrrph!) [Ice Cube] (chorus) {3:11} n***as want that gutter sh** f** that other sh**, that play it for your mother sh** Ain't the rugged sh** {repeat} (Squeak Ru) [Squeek Rule] (verse five) {3:22} 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 b**hes look wicked So you innocent hoes, ain't got to lie to kick it I know your nose (uhh), can smell my decimals (yep) The fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your pantyhose Your eyes full of gleam (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 sh** 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?) sh**, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeak Ru) [Ice Cube] Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) (chorus) {4:11} n***as want that gutter sh** f** that other sh**, that play it for your mother sh** Ain't the rugged sh** {repeat}