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lirik lagu the gutter shit – ice cube

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i’ve been servin’ n-gg-s since 1985
n-gg-s want the gutter
ice cube, jay-o felony
my n-gg- gangsta, squeek rule
keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta

n-gg-s want that gutter sh-t
f-ck that other sh-t, that play it for your mother sh-t
ain’t the rugged sh-t

n-gg-s want that gutter sh-t
f-ck that other sh-t, that play for it your mother sh-t
ain’t the rugged sh-t

keep it gangsta y’all, i want to thank you all
n-gg-s comin’ with that bullsh-t, it’s gankin’ y’all
we can ride to this kinda sh-t and bank them all
n-gg- ball till you fall, motherf-cker that’s all

can’t none of y’all hang with me puttin’ in work
turn this motherf-cker up unless you goin’ to church
nowadays, crazy -ss b-tches want they bills paid
but can’t even make a good thang of kool-aid

but chicken heads get chicken feed
lil’ d-ck and weed
everything that a chicken need
tryin’ to pot i get real as chris rock

make a b-tch hot, turn into fort knox
(b-tch know)
it’s ice cube comin’ straight from the gutter
westcoast don, you f-gs s-s-stutter

there is a lethal in the gas chamber
i’m full of anger, n-gg- the west is in the house
but you still in for some danger
and when i’m thru, i take your b-tch and fingerbang 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-gg-s 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 ain’t seein’ me, this jay-o felony
and n-body can stand three of me

caution keep mc’s out of my reach, i’m on a mission
and be gettin’ to your f-ckin’ hide to be called a physician
immediately, i puts it down at a show
(jay-o)
but looked to choke the sh-t out a fool, n-gg- dat’s on doo low

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)

i’m sick of these rap n-gg-s lyin’ ’bout they rich
(what?)
lyin’ ’bout they b-tch
(what?)
lyin’ ’bout they d-ck
(what?)

i’m sick of these rap n-gg-s lyin’ ’bout they hits
(huh?)
lyin’ ’bout they whips
(huh?)
lyin’ ’bout they six
(yeah)

i’m sick of these rap n-gg-s lyin’ ’bout they clothes
(brrrmph)
lyin’ ’bout they hoes
(uhh)
lyin’ ’bout they rows
(uhh)

i’m sick of these rap n-gg-s lyin’ ’bout they house
(punk)
lyin’ about they clout
(yeah)
lyin’ up in they mouth
(yeah yeah)

it’s the maharaji, my n-gg-s kamikaze
illuminaughty, b-tch hoes in they body
we the riders, we push like maseratis
do karates on haters, and you hotties

f-ck the party, come on, my n-gg-s focus
we the richest, pretend that we the brokest
n-gg-s notice, as soon as you’re checking quotas
we the coldest, so go and tell the rollers
(b-tch)

who dat? next out the game in blue khaks
gangsta’s the name, n-gg-s 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 steaks 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, loc
(swell ’em loc)
hard or soft determines how much a n-gg- sell ’em for
we got the fish scale texture
(fish scale)
now if you cook it yourself you get extras
dub that sh-t to death with this dub thang
only a few n-gg-s left with this love mang

so we cop together
(yeah)
put it in the beeker
rock together
(uhh)
claim blocks together
and f-ck c-ck together, n-gg-
(brrph)

n-gg-s want that gutter sh-t
f-ck that other sh-t, that play it for your mother sh-t
ain’t the rugged sh-t

n-gg-s want that gutter sh-t
f-ck that other sh-t, that play it for your mother sh-t
ain’t the rugged sh-t

squeek rule
look in my eyes
i see the dollar sign dog, and my d-ck 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-tches look wicked
so you innocent hoes, ain’t got to lie 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
(brrmph)
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-t when i’m coastin’
(uh huh)

down the boulevard, flossin’ hard
lights h-t the chrome, dog i’m lickin’ like a movie star
money makes me a savage
(what it do?)
sh-t, i break down the world for the cabbage
(squeek rule)

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)

n-gg-s want that gutter sh-t
f-ck that other sh-t, that play it for your mother sh-t
ain’t the rugged sh-t

n-gg-s want that gutter sh-t
f-ck that other sh-t, that play it for your mother sh-t
ain’t the rugged sh-t

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