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Ice Cube :: :: Keep it gangsta




  
   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}
  
  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)
  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
  
  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)
  
  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)
  
  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'm on stakes when i'm dinnin'
  And on sunday's on the wine
  Is you can't 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!)
  
  chorus
  
  
  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, ain't 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 i'm boastin'
  Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit 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?)
  Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)
  
  Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
  Keep it gansta y'all, 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)
  
  
  chorus
  



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