Lyrics The Gutter Shit - 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
Niggas
want
that
gutter
shit
Fuck
that
other
shit,
that
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
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
(?)
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
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
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!)
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!)
Niggas
want
that
gutter
shit
Fuck
that
other
shit,
that
play
it
for
your
mother
shit
Ain't
the
rugged
shit
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)
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
Fuck
that
other
shit,
that
play
it
for
your
mother
shit
Ain't
the
rugged
shit
1 Supreme Hustle
2 The Gutter Shit
3 The Gutter Shit
4 You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It)
5 You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It)
6 Pimp Homeo (Insert)
7 Mental Warfare (Insert)
8 Nigga of the Century
9 N***a of the Century
10 Waitin' Ta Hate
11 Record Company Pimpin'
12 Can You Bounce?
13 Roll All Day
14 Gotta Be Insanity
15 You Can Do It
16 Until We Rich
17 Until We Rich
18 24 Mo' Hours
19 You Can Do It (Instrumental)
20 You Can Do It
21 You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It)
22 The Gutter Shit
23 Supreme Hustle
24 Mental Warfare (Insert)
25 24 Mo' Hours
26 Mackin' & Drivin' (Insert)
27 Gotta Be Insanity
28 Roll All Day
29 Can You Bounce?
30 Dinner With the CEO (Insert)
31 Record Company Pimpin'
32 N**** of the Century
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