Gutter lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo yo dis be da reason why I do dis sh*t
Straight da f*ck outta Compton
Reapin' that muthaf*ckin' N.W.A
I got a lot of love fo' Dre
No Dre beats on da Album
But it ain't no love loss n*gga, thats ma n*gga
We do it fo' da muthaf*ckin' Westside n*gga what

[Verse 1]
Soon as the breaks hit the snare my Dodger fitted in the air
I graduated form the school of Hard Knocks like yeah
So what da f*ck you n*ggas rhymin' about
If Hip-Hop was a pus*y I'll knock the linin' out
Then I get low like they ride in the South, yea I'm dirty
I shine without the diamonds in my mouth say
Cheese, take a picture of the gold Ds
Then picture me rollin' with the top back on a 6-4 please
Get the f*ck up off my ass
For I put my foot on the break then slam on the gas
Burn rubbaer like the Daytona 500
Where I'm from you get Daytonas for 500
Get a casket for free
How the f*ck could I stay off MTV News
When n*ggas askin' fo' Beef
Talkin' bout' they gon Kill Game when they say these things
I wear the .45 in L.A. like I'm A.C. Green
[Chorus]
I'm the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
Westside til' I die Compton motherf*cka'
I be the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
f*ck the world Straight Outta Compton motherf*cka'

[Verse 2]
I shine for n*ggas behind bars, I ain't got that Diddy glow
Black Rose in the cement, I got that New Jack City flow
Black Rolls sittin' low 22 dippin' gold bangin' Friend or Foe, feel me
Yeah, went from a young-and-dumbin' to the second comin'
n*ggas can't see inside the Phantom I call them Stevie Wonder
It never rained Southern California everyday is summer
Even when the sky's grey its still hot for the block runners
Stop frontin', I told n*ggas the same day Dre signed me
I would come out and do 2Pac numbers
I drop classics, what other rapper makin' hits
I stay hard cause all you n*ggas hangin' from my di*k
Louie Vuitton bandana on my face
Jesse James of the Rap game I'm takin Hova's place
If life was a crap game and I was dealt the Ace
Never wanted to be King just wanted to meet Dre
[Chorus]
I'm the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
Bringin' the crown back to Compton motherf*cka', yeah
I be the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
Polishin' the throne in Compton motherf*cka, yeah

[Verse 3]
I can't forget about da Hustlers in the hood
Same Sean John jeans as yesterday, waitin' for the customers
n*gga I us to be them, all black B.M
From the A.M. to the P.M. fiends call me the G.M
I was the general manager watchin' them baggin' Grammies up
Like John Legend and Black Eye Peas, black hoodie on
Black Chuck Taylors, haha, watchin' for the black van
Some n*ggas call them Pac-Man, know watch me get Ghost
In that white on white 550, 55 on the dash
Gotta' drive slow homie, Kanye in the dash
Let the sun roof back and the chronic smoke out
Low Pro Pirellis so the Giovannis poke out
Gwen Stefani ridin' shotgun yeah I'm high no doubt
But not too high to Nextel chirp and have them boys roll out
See I'm that one rapper gun clapper compared to the unstabber
Lyrically insane motherf*cka' and when I'm done, blaow
[Chorus]
I'm the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
You wanna war? Meet me in Compton motherf*cka, yeah
I be the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
f*ck you 'cause I'm from Compton motherf*cka'

[Outro]
This the reason I do what I do man
'Cause you n*ggas can't f*ckin' do this sh*t
n*ggas got the number one f*ckin' song on the radio
Number one on the Billboard charts
But n*ggas ain't number one on the streets
See that's where I come in, the West Coast don
It don't stop n*ggas
Long as Scott Storch on the motherf*ckin' beat
And I put the pen to the pad, I'll tell you what I do
I put the motherf*ckin' pen on the pad
I let the motherf*ckin' pen go and it start writing itself
That's how motherf*ckin' classic my sh*t be
Everytime around this motherf*cka', the Doc*mentary?!
f*ck that album n*gga, that wasn't sh*t
I probably won't even reach my full potential
'Till the next album, but for now?! This what I got

[Chorus]
I'm the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
Westside til' I die Compton motherf*cka', break it
I be the rawest, most gutter
In the street with the fiends and the coke cutters
Disrespect yo' whole click and I don't stutter
f*ck the world Straight Outta Compton motherf*cka'