Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Ice CubeНазвание : The Gutter ShitДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap west coast hip hop Видео:
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Gangsta, Jayo Felony, Squeek Rule [Ice Cube] 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 [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 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 putin` 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 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 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 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 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 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; 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 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 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, 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) 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 like 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 (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 (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] | Похожие исполнители:
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