LYRICS
作曲 : Marcus Moore/O'Shea Jackson/Terrell Anderson/Terry Gray/James Edward Savage
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
Niggas want that gutter shit
**** that other shit, play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit
**** that other shit, play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Keep it gangsta y'all I want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bull shit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall mother****er that's all
Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this shit up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass b*****s want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid
But chicken heads get chicken feed
Lil' d**k and weed
Everything that a chicken need
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a b***h hot turn into Fort Knox
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don you fags undastata
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 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
'Cause the gang of 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 getting to your ****in' hide to be called a physician
Immediately I puts it down at a show
But loked to choke the shit out a fool nigga dat's on doo low
Keep it gansta y'all keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all keep it gangsta
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich
Lyin' 'bout they b*****s
Lyin' 'bout they d**k
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits
Lyin' 'bout they whips
Lyin' 'bout they six
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes
Lyin' 'bout they h**s
Lyin' 'bout they rows
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house
Lyin' about they clout
Lyin' up in they mouth
It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas kamekaze
Illuminati, b***h hoes in they body
We the riders we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees on hatters and you hotties
**** 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
Who dat next out the game in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
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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
And I can make your birds rise like geese K-Mac tell 'em
You sell 'em I swell 'em loke
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture
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, man
So we cop together put it in the beeker
Rock together claim blocks together
And **** b*****s together, nigga
Niggas want that gutter shit
**** that other shit, play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit
**** that other shit, play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg and my d**k start to rise
Got to handle money got to stack the money
Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make b*****s look wicked
So you innocent h**s ain't got to like ta kick it
I know you knows cuz now my decimals
Done fiend for the green keep you itchin' in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem
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'
Down the boulevard flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome don't go lick 'em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage
shit I brake down the world for the cabbage
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
Niggas want that gutter shit
**** that other shit, play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit
**** that other shit, play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit