Goodie Mob - Gutta Butta Lyrics
Yo, we gon do it like thisStraight out the parts. . . that they disregardNever considered . . . okNow dont get mad, nigga get gladGoodie got them brand new trash bags . . dagAnd they know where to dump that assIn the chairThe hoochie river with the rest of the kidsThat did business outside la familiansGettin ya touchedDown the cutBlunts roastin whole through tea bagsBlowin bubbles out the wrong endMud in your stool pilesFlamin hotter than dust valleyThe gateway to where ever your sick tickle desireThe gangsters of this other centuryTransforming hustlers and players into sissiesSo slim goodieYou dont want no drug boyHell leave you barefooted and pregnantDont get too comfortableYou aint gon be here too longGs get locked up and die (clean)Most lie in they own surreal homeTrust the tree on the mapThis one individual thought he was the grim reaperSwole, couldnt nobody put a finger on his napsNow he up under the bridge stankinIn his birthday suitUsed to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)Beat him to the punch-line, one ?Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crackCrumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggleTo stay on top of sand dunesCause mouths born with silver spoonsMake your bed you gotta sleep in itBut stakes madeBaking soda kept the knees cleanNarrow like a ravine? fell good newsLast hole, green jacket worn, body in twoLeft by oh-noSoul been gone, disappeared like the duneOnce the temperature riseBut Im with my lawd (lord)? please grits, still shipHalf the pipes are gettin sold out convienience storesWhere ya at now?Comming around trying to sniff out soundsWell rounded kept you strictly grounded for your earThe dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?I smell fear and even if your eyes was closedYour ass couldnt catch your tearLies, straws, mirrors and platesNicks, dimes, fifties, and cakesWhy cant I escapeThese lies, straw, mirrors and plates?In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacksUpon the map in the vaultWhere this cats trying to sniff me outIm in the southwest woods working all aboutPaper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtainIf I cant refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cainAnd really dont know which way to goConfused, youll abuse anybody for a fixHits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plentyFat baggies like ? maggies? muffinWhere the kid do the stuffinSilly of these young niggaz watching meAs I turn figures into solitareTwirl up my hair (down south)Pray to God I dont have to do himLike I never knew or had no clue to who you wasCuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheekSo to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosseBe on that rossie like the clickSo I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off itChorusNigga I aint shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bitNigga please, Im still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fitNow I got a little dough, but it aint that much moThan every other nigga I knowWe all still poI dont sell dope (what you doin? )I sell hopeYou wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scopeCause you gon see me on mlk and on t.v.I aint got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right hereLate one night I was in a pearl white acura legendaryI got that thang with me cause its necessaryShit, I was just ridinWasnt even thinkingbout collidinBut I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lightsI dont prepared myself to die if its my time to goHe said you know what it is, you done seen it beforeThis sad, of course ima be madWell here you can have it God damnit if you want it that badYou would try to take from me, my nigga I aint no starI value both of our lives more than this carYou lucky nigga, I used to be youShit and Id bust a hole in your chest somebody could see throughNow remember, shit, you couldve died tonightAnd I wouldve been in the rightI aint even pissed you could just drop me off at the houseCause I aint really dying by nothin like thisHe-he-he-he-he-heEverythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the houseKnahmsayin?
