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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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Keep It Gangsta
Lyricist:Broadus Calvin, Curry Tracy Lynn, Griffin Warren Iii, Hale Nathaniel D, Writer Unknown
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
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit That play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit That play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
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 'til you fall motherfucker that's 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
But chicken heads get chicken feed A lil' dick and weed Everything that a chicken need 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
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
Lyin' 'bout they whips Lyin' 'bout they six I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes Lyin' 'bout they hoes
Lyin' 'bout they rows Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house Lyin' about they clout Lyin' up in they mouth
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
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 claim blocks together And fuck cock together, nigga
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit That play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit That play it for your mother shit Ain't 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, ain't got to like ta kick it I know you knows 'cuz now my decimals Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose Your eyes full of gleem
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' 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
Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
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