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Ice Cube

The Gutter Shit

 

The Gutter Shit

(альбом: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - 2000)


[Ice Cube]
I been serving 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]
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit [repeat]

[verse one]
Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
Niggas coming with that bullshit, it's ganking 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 puting in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you going 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)
Trying to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube coming straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)

[Jayo (verse two)]
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 trying 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 seeing 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 getting to your fucking 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]
I'm sick of these rap niggas lying 'bout they rich (what?)
Lying 'bout they bitch (what?)
Lying 'bout they dick (what?)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lying 'bout they hits (huh?)
Lying 'bout they whips (huh?)
Lying 'bout they six (yeah)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lying 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lying 'bout they hoes (uhh)
Lying 'bout they rows (uhh)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lying 'bout they house (punk!)
Lying about they clout (yeah)
Lying 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)]
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wondering how I do that
By the thug way, package and transporting the drug way
Only means of making a living, the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm grinding
I'm on stakes when i'm dinning
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)]
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)]
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)
Buzzing 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 itching 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 boasting
Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coasting (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossing 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]
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit [repeat]

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