Ice Cube - The Gutter Shit (feat. Jayo Felony, Gangsta, Squeak Ru)

[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'