The Gutter sh*t lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Intro]
I been servin' n*ggas since 1985
n*ggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My n*gga Gangsta, Squeak Ru
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
n*ggas want that gutter sh*t
f*ck that other sh*t, that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
n*ggas want that gutter sh*t
f*ck that other sh*t, that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
n*ggas comin' with that bullsh*t, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda sh*t and bank them all
n*gga ball 'till you fall motherf*cker thats all
Can't none of y'all hang with me puttin' in work
Turn this motherf*cker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass b*tches 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)
Lil' di*k and weed (Bahk bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (Bahk bakh)
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a b*tch hot, turn into Fort Knox (b*tch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
West Coast Don, you fags did I st-tutter?
[Verse 2: Jayo Felony]
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, n*gga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when I'm thru, I take your b*tch 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 n*ggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped 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, unnerve
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 f*ckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)
But loked to choke the sh*t out a fool, n*gga that's all you know

[Refrain: Ice Cube]
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (All my life)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (All my life)
[Bridge: Ice Cube]
I'm sick of these rap n*ggas lyin' 'bout they rich (What?)
Lyin' 'bout they b*tch (What?)
Lyin' 'bout they di*k (What?)
I'm sick of these rap n*ggas lyin' 'bout they hits (Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips (Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six (Yeah)
I'm sick of these rap n*ggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (Brrrmmph!)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes (Uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows (Uhh)
I'm sick of these rap n*ggas lyin' 'bout they house (Punk!)
Lyin' about they clout (Yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth (Yeah yeah)

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my n*ggas; kamikaze
Illuminati, b*tch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like Maseratis
Do karates, on haters, and you hotties
f*ck the party, come on, my n*ggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
n*ggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (Biotch!)

[Verse 4: Gangsta]
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, n*ggas 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 dinin'
And on Sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast (Never)
And I can make your birds rise like yeast, K-Mac tell 'em
You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (Sell 'em loke)
Hard or soft determines how much a n*gga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture (Fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extra
Dub that sh*t to death with this dub thang
Only a few n*ggas left with this love mang
So we cop together (Yeah), put it in the beeker
Rock together (Uhh), claim blocks together
And f*ck c*ck together, n*gga (Brrrph!)
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
n*ggas want that gutter sh*t
f*ck that other sh*t, that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
n*ggas want that gutter sh*t
f*ck that other sh*t, that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t

[Verse 5: Squeak Ru]
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dog, and my di*k 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 b*tches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to lie to kick it
I know your nose (Uhh), can smell my decimals (Yep)
The fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your pantyhose
Your eyes full of gleam (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 sh*t 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?)
sh*t, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeak Ru)

[Refrain: Ice Cube]
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (All my life)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (All my life)

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
n*ggas want that gutter sh*t
f*ck that other sh*t, that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
n*ggas want that gutter sh*t
f*ck that other sh*t, that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
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