I been servin niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta yall, keep it gangsta
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Aint the rugged shit
Keep it gangsta yall, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin with that bullshit, its gankin yall
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball till you fall motherfucker thats all
Cant none of yall hang with me putin in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But cant 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)
Its Ice Cube comin straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
Im full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when im thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up, ill slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin to spit
But you cant 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 aint good enough
Rappers they aint seein me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MCs out of my reach, im 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 dats on doo low
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Im sick of these rap niggas lyin bout they rich (what?)
Lyin bout they bitch (what?)
Lyin bout they dick (what?)
Im sick of these rap niggas lyin bout they hits (huh?)
Lyin bout they whips (huh?)
Lyin bout they six (yeah)
Im sick of these rap niggas lyin bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lyin bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin bout they rows (uhh)
Im sick of these rap niggas lyin bout they house (punk!)
Lyin about they clout (yeah)
Lyin up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
Its 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 youre checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangstas 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
Im on grates when im grindin
Im on stakes when im dinnin
And on sundays on the wine
Is you cant 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
Aint 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, aint 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 im boastin
Hit the three wheel motion, im the shit when im coastin (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossin hard
Lights hit the chrome, dont 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 yall, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta yall, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Aint the rugged shit
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