» Lil Boosie » Keep It Gutta

Lil Boosie - Keep It Gutta

Piesa Lil Boosie Keep It Gutta face parte de pe albumul Ghetto Stories , lansat in anul 2003 la casa de discuri Trill Entertainment .

Versuri Lil Boosie - Keep It Gutta

Keep it Gutta  
I raised up my project window 
And I smell Indo 
Hollered at my kin folk 
After that I big smoke 
I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways 
All of my cousins bussin' K's 
So I was lead astray 
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death 
I never once, thought bout blinking myself 
Cause I got bank to accept! 
You heard that green and yellow cd 
That bitch gutta! 
The world-wide struggle 
Or the one about my mother (Child so bad) 
I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali 
With the Bloods and Crips 
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit! 
I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood 
So I'm tryin' to make a mil 
And get the fuck out Baton Rouge 
I wish Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you 
I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two 
And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion? 
(Shiiit)If he did 
I know he saved a spot for his kid 
And we gone G' it! 
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah) 
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!) 
Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!) 
Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy! 
Verse two, is for my hearse crew 
Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too 
Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?! 
When we was slangin' nine 
And had these niggaz scared of us! 
My hood full of floods (floods) 
But my hood full of thugs 
Who in that pen 
Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch 
And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta) 
Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see 
Like you bein' locked up, til 2003 
When you 'posed to be out chea 
Flickin' and ballin like me 
And all I see, is eyes on me 
So like Pac 
I hope it's not another fucking robbery 
I ain' no rookie! 
Fourteen, sellin' cookies! 
Had all the hoes looking! 
And ya know why nigga 
Because I'm gutta! 
My pants hang low 
My eyes looking wicked too 
My throwback cost 400 
It's from 1952! 
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!) 
If you wanna leave this club 
I suggest 
You don't come around here and try to beef with us 
This for my niggaz and guhls 
Keep ya head up! 
And I'ma keep my bread up 
And make ya throw the set up! 
I'm keepin' it gutta! 
What you about robbing to eat 
What you about peeping yo hood out 
To see who want ya to cease 
That's the beginning 
The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion) 
Then I'm threw 
Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, like Lil Boo 
I was led on this path to hate 
Since I was little 
Across the street a ship plant 
And next door a fuckin' killer 
Calvin Ricks was the shit 
It wasn't no ridin' in South 
I use to joy his purple jeep 
When I walk in my house 
And on my chedda chase 
I done saw better days 
Never thought my selfish ways 
Have me blowing purple haze 
It hurts to say (Hurts to say) 
That my daddy left this world 
I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl 
But he can't, so I drink 
Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it) 
Smoke dro, by the ounce 
And sip syrup, by the pint 
Ain' too many can fuck with me 
That's on my generation 
Shouts out to all my niggaz 
And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!