Guttaville(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Boe Skagz,Tay Nati

歌詞

Guttaville, niggas pop pop, people get killed down in Guttaville, hustle hard or broke steel down in Guttaville, for a wait for society Guttaville, I wish the devil would try me I'm riding low, white walls on the Caddy steel I'm high as the rocks all the way to Lattyville Not far from figures stop ask him how yah papi feel Clean cut ? keep the head nappy still Guttaville, yeah we broke out here Peel the road like blunts when you smoked out there Imagine takin' the stunt some place where niggas left you Then they tried to test you, you made them all respect you See, that's exactley where my people come from The grind, the audience, the slash and beans come from We done walked through the stormy weather, sleeped with my gun There's a lot of math I don't wanna teach to my son The cop of rocks, the stove and the beaker be one See, the simple mind will always have to pay a hard price Where I'm from, it's cold, we keep the heater at night Chained, the only one that had to live the hard knocked life, we from Guttaville, niggas pop pop, people get killed down in Guttaville, hustle hard or broke steel down in Guttaville, for a wait for society Guttaville, I wish the devil would try me You can die on the corner, come up off a quarter Place an order, have over easy under some water You can get whatever you need, 40 ounces and weed Coca leaves cook in the kitchen, kids play in the streets Fifteen with heat, belt buckles stuck on they knees Could we disrespect jumpin' you niggas and bleed Money, this and burnas, cars, beef and the murdas Tryin' to change for 'em, jus' say fuck 'em, we dirty Get jacked for your jersey Get that ass shot for your rims Shootin' dice broad daylight up on kakies and timbs At the club, niggas sixteen deep in the truck Niggas talkin' shit, they ain't strapped, stupid as fuck Built to the 51 tray, you would see what I mean You ain't gotta be an actor to get cuffed on the scene The roads'll spot him, he here for the whole part of him He don't care, he only stopped He will ran on your whole block We from Guttaville, niggas pop pop, people get killed down in Guttaville, hustle hard or broke steel down in Guttaville, for a wait for society Guttaville, I wish the devil would try me Either kill or be killed You can fake or be real, turn into somebodys meal (chyea) My whole section is 8 steel We live off of "Let's make deals with killers that take pills" No marta, we stay real, eat off your meal Fat but posted on your God for wantin' meal God, my hood's ill, save 'em Workin' hard 9 to 5 but wont pay 'em The Lord treat my niggas like roaches, they tryna spray 'em The government be hallin' tin folk, they OK 'em Black to the future, they tryna back to the day us The sevil never played for Oakland, we still Raiders Only God can save us Guttaville, niggas pop pop, people get killed down in Guttaville, hustle hard or broke steel down in Guttaville, for a wait for society Guttaville, I wish the devil would try me