The Gutter Shit (Feat. Jayo Felony, Gangsta And Squeak Ru) - Ice Cube, Jayo Felony, Gangsta

I been servin' niggas since 1985

Niggas want the gutter

Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony

My nigga Gangsta, Squeak Ru

Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta

Niggas want that gutter shit

Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit

Ain’t the rugged shit

(verse one)

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 puttin' 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

West Coast Don, you fags did I st-tutter?

(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 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 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 that’s all you know

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)

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;

kamikaze

Illuminati, bitch hoes in they body

We the riders, we push like Maseratis

Do karates, on haters, 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!)

(verse four)

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 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 nigga sell 'em for

We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)

Now if you cook it yourself you get extra

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!)

(chorus)

Niggas want that gutter shit

Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit

Ain’t the rugged shit

(Squeak Ru)

(verse five)

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 bitches 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 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 (Squeak Ru)

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)

Niggas want that gutter shit

Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit

Ain’t the rugged shit