作曲 : Marcus Moore/O'Shea Jackson/Terrell Anderson/Terry Gray/James Edward Savage
I been servin' n****s since 1985
N****s want the gutter
Ice Cube  Jay-O Felony
My n***a Gangsta  Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y'all  keep it gangsta
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t  that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t  that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
Keep it gangsta y'all  I want to thank you all
N****s comin' with that bulls**t  it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda sh*t and bank them all
N***a ball 'till you fall ************ thats all
Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this ************ up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays  crazy a** *****es want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid
But chicken heads get chicken feed
Lil' d**k and w**d
Everything that a chicken need
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a b***h hot  turn into Fort Knox
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  n***a the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when i'm thru  I take your b***h 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****s 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 ****in' hide to be called a physician
Immediately  I puts it down at a show
But loked to choke the sh*t out a fool  n***a dat's on doo low
Keep it gansta y'all  keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all  keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all  keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all  keep it gangsta
I'm sick of these rap n****s lyin' 'bout they rich
Lyin' 'bout they *****
Lyin' 'bout they d**k
I'm sick of these rap n****s lyin' 'bout they hits
Lyin' 'bout they whips
Lyin' 'bout they six
I'm sick of these rap n****s lyin' 'bout they clothes
Lyin' 'bout they h**s
Lyin' 'bout they rows
I'm sick of these rap n****s lyin' 'bout they house
Lyin' about they clout
Lyin' up in they mouth
It's the Mah-hurage-ny  my n****s kamekaze
Illu****ughty  b***h h**s in they body
We the riders  we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees  on hatters  and you hotties
**** the party  come on  my n****s focus
We the richest  pretend that we the brokest
N****s 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  n****s wonderin' how I do that
By the thug way  package and transportin' the d**g 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
And I can make your birds rise like geese  K-Mac tell 'em
You sell 'em  I swell 'em  loke
Hard or soft determines how much a n***a sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that sh*t to death with this dub thang
Only a few n****s left with this love mang
So we cop together  put it in the beeker
Rock together  claim blocks together
And **** **** together  n***a
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t  that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t  that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg  and my d**k start to rise
Got to handle money  got to stack the money
Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make *****es look wicked
So you innocent h**s  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 sh*t 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
Sh*t  I brake down the world for the cabbage
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
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t  that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t
N****s want that gutter sh*t
**** that other sh*t  that play it for your mother sh*t
Ain't the rugged sh*t