Ice Cube - Keep it gangster • correction
english
I been serving niggers since 1985
Niggers want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigger Gangster, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangster y'all, keep it gangster
refrain:
Niggers want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
(2x)
Keep it gangster y'all, I want to thank you all
Niggers coming with that bullshit, it's ganking y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigger ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all
Can't none of y'all hang with me puting in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you going to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thing of kool-aid (ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken feed
(a) Lil' dick and weed)
Everything that a chicken need
Trying to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin'gstraight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags understate
There is lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigger the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when I'm through, 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
'Cause the gang a niggers be trying 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 seeing 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 getting to your fucking hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)
But looked to choke the shit out a fool, nigger that's on doo low
refrain2:
Keep it gangster y'all, keep it gangster (keep it gangster)
(4x)
I'm sick of these rap niggers lying 'bout they rich (what?)
Lying 'bout they bitch (what?)
Lying 'bout they dick (what?)
I'm sick of these rap niggers lying 'bout they hits (huh?)
Lying 'bout they whips (huh?)
Lying 'bout they six (yeah)
I'm sick of these rap niggers lying 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lying 'bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh)
I'm sick of these rap niggers lying 'bout they house (punk!)
Lyin' about they clout (yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggers; kamikaze
Illuminati, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like Maseratis
Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
Fuck the party, come on, my niggers focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggers notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (bitch!)
Who that? next out the game, in blue kahkis
Gangster's the name, niggers wondering how I do that
By the thug way, package and transporting the drug way
Only means of making a living, the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when I'm grinding
I'm on stakes when I'm dinning
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 nigger 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 thing
Only a few niggers 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, nigger (brrrph!)
refrain
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dog, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em)
Buzzing like a bee 'cause I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like to kick it
I know you knows (uhh), 'cause now my decimals (yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itching in your pantyhose
Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what I'm boasting
Hit the three wheel motion, I'm the shit when I'm coasting (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossing 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)
refrain2
refrain