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Keep It Gangsta Lyrics

"Keep It Gangsta" was written by Jackson, O'shea / Jones, Nasir / Brooks, Vau Shaun D. / Jordan, Brad.
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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
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

Songwriters
JACKSON, O'SHEA / JONES, NASIR / BROOKS, VAU SHAUN D. / JORDAN, BRAD

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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