Artist: Ice Cube f/ Gangsta, Jayo Felony, Squeek Rule
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Album: War and Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc)
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Song: The Gutter Shit
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[Ice Cube]
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I been servin' niggas since 1985
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Niggas want the gutter
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Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
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My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
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Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta
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(chorus) {:14}
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Niggas want that gutter shit
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Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
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Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
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(verse one) {:25}
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Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
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Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
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We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
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Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all
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Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work
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Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
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Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
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But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)
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But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)
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(a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh)
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Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
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Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
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Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
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It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
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Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
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[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
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There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
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I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
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But you still in for some danger
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And when i'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her
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But if she looks tossed up, i'll slang her
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Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
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Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
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But you can't spit it like this
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I come equiped to rip, any battle
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And leave him strung in his crew
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but they put me in the twist like Trump
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I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
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Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
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then he done
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20/20 ain't good enough
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Rappers they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
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And nobody can stand three of me
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Caution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a mission
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And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
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Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)
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But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low
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[Ice Cube]
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
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(verse three) {1:50}
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I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?)
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Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?)
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Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?)
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I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?)
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Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?)
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Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah)
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I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
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Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh)
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Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh)
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I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!)
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Lyin' about they clout (yeah)
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Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
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It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze
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Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
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We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
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Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
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Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
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We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
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Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
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We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)
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[Gangsta] (verse four) {2:30}
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Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
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Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
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By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
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Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
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I'm on grates when i'm grindin'
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I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin'
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And on sunday's on the wine
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Is you can't calm the savage beast (never)
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And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell 'em
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You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke)
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Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
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We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)
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Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
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Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
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Only a few niggas left with this love mang
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So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker
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Rock together (uhh), cl aim blocks together
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And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)
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[Ice Cube] (chorus) {3:11}
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Niggas want that gutter shit
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Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
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Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
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(Squeek Rule)
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[Squeek Rule] (verse five) {3:22}
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Look in my eyes
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I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
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Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em)
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Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
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Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
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So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick it
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I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)
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Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose
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Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
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You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
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Captain of the ship is what i'm boastin'
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Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh)
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Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
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Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star
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Money makes me a savage (what it do?)
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Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)
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[Ice Cube]
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
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Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
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(chorus) {4:11}
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Niggas want that gutter shit
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Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
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Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
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The Gutter Shit (Featuring Jayo Felony, Gangsta, And Squeak Ru)
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| Ice Cube |
