Gutta Butta Lyrics
| Song | Gutta Butta |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Album | Still Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Barnett, Buton, gipp, Knighton ... |
| [00:01.42] | Yo' we gon' do it like this |
| [00:06.36] | Straight out the parts that they disregard |
| [00:12.45] | Never considered okay |
| [00:16.45] | Now don't get mad' nigga get glad |
| [00:19.70] | Goodie got them brand new trash bags' dag |
| [00:22.77] | And they know where to dump that ass |
| [00:25.14] | In the chair |
| [00:26.08] | The hoochie river with the rest of the kids |
| [00:28.14] | That did business outside la familians |
| [00:29.89] | Gettin' ya touched' down the cut |
| [00:33.89] | Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags |
| [00:36.01] | Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end |
| [00:38.33] | Mud in your stool piles' flamin' hotter than Dust Valley |
| [00:41.27] | The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire |
| [00:43.89] | The gangsters of this other century |
| [00:45.64] | Transforming hustlers and players into sissies |
| [00:48.95] | So slim goodie' you don't want no drug boy |
| [00:51.27] | He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant |
| [00:53.52] | Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too long |
| [00:56.89] | G's get locked up and die |
| [00:59.02] | Most lie in they own surreal home |
| [01:01.45] | Trust the tree on the map |
| [01:02.95] | This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper |
| [01:05.96] | Swole' couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps |
| [01:08.70] | Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit |
| [01:12.01] | Used to always holler about how he was gon' do a brother |
| [01:16.33] | Beat him to the punch-line' |
| [01:17.58] | Being forced into early retirement at the age of twenty-six |
| [01:22.58] | Palms feel like bricks' peeling from distributing crack |
| [01:26.26] | Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle |
| [01:29.01] | To stay on top of sand dunes |
| [01:31.51] | 'Cause mouths born with silver spoons |
| [01:33.70] | Make your bed you gotta sleep in it |
| [01:36.02] | But stakes made |
| [01:36.83] | Baking soda kept the knees clean |
| [01:38.39] | Narrow like a ravine |
| [01:39.64] | fell good news |
| [01:40.27] | Last hole' green jacket worn' body in two |
| [01:43.95] | Left by oh-no' soul been gone |
| [01:46.64] | Disappeared like the dune |
| [01:47.95] | Once the temperature rise |
| [01:49.14] | But I'm with my Lawd' please grits' still ship |
| [01:51.89] | Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience stores |
| [01:55.26] | Where ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds |
| [01:58.20] | Well' rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear |
| [02:00.83] | The dogs are gettin' closer to the now can you hear? |
| [02:03.27] | I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed |
| [02:05.45] | Your ass couldn't catch your tear |
| [02:10.33] | Lies' straws' mirrors and plates |
| [02:12.47] | Nicks' dimes' fifties' and cakes |
| [02:15.72] | Why can't I escape |
| [02:17.10] | These lies' straws' mirrors and plates? |
| [02:22.10] | In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks |
| [02:26.34] | Upon the map in the vault |
| [02:27.91] | Where this cat's trying to sniff me out |
| [02:29.47] | I'm in the southwest woods working all about |
| [02:32.16] | Paper capers' never hurt them brothers to obtain |
| [02:35.41] | If I can't refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain |
| [02:38.72] | And really don't know which way to go |
| [02:41.10] | Confused' you'll abuse anybody for a fix |
| [02:44.23] | Hits go for ten bucks' go for twenty and they good and plenty |
| [02:48.47] | Fat baggies like Maggies muffin' |
| [02:51.23] | Where the kid do the stuffin' |
| [02:53.23] | Silly of these young niggaz watching me |
| [02:55.66] | As I turn figures into solitaire |
| [02:58.60] | Twirl up my hair' pray to God I don't have to do him |
| [03:02.22] | Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was |
| [03:06.29] | 'Cuz' face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek |
| [03:10.91] | So to speak' I'm more like a icon when it was done |
| [03:14.66] | To approach my mosse |
| [03:15.85] | Be on that Rossie like The Click |
| [03:17.60] | So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it |
| [03:20.35] | Lies' straws' mirrors and plates |
| [03:22.47] | |
| [03:23.29] | Nicks' dimes' fifties' and cakes |
| [03:26.48] | Why can't I escape |
| [03:29.11] | These lies' straws' mirrors and plates? |
| [03:32.41] | Nigga I ain't shit' I just know how to rhyme a little bit |
| [03:35.73] | Nigga please' I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit |
| [03:39.36] | Now I got a little dough but it ain't that much more |
| [03:41.86] | Than every other nigga I know |
| [03:43.23] | We all still po' I don't sell dope' I sell hope |
| [03:46.48] | You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope |
| [03:49.61] | 'Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V. |
| [03:52.23] | I ain't got no fear' my nigga I was born to wait right here |
| [03:55.66] | Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary |
| [03:59.36] | I got that thang with me' 'cause it's necessary |
| [04:01.98] | Shit' I was just ridin'' wasn't even thinking out collidin' |
| [04:08.54] | But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights |
| [04:13.04] | I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go |
| [04:17.79] | He said' "You know what it is' you done seen it before" |
| [04:19.86] | This sad' of course I'ma be mad |
| [04:21.11] | Well' here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad |
| [04:23.61] | You would try to take from me' my nigga I ain't no star |
| [04:25.73] | I value both of our lives more than this car |
| [04:27.48] | You lucky nigga' I used to be you |
| [04:28.92] | Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest' somebody could see through |
| [04:31.11] | Now remember' shit' you could've died tonight |
| [04:32.98] | And I would've been in the right |
| [04:34.86] | I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house |
| [04:37.04] | 'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin' like this |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Barnett, Buton, gipp, Knighton ... |
| [00:01.42] | Yo' we gon' do it like this |
| [00:06.36] | Straight out the parts that they disregard |
| [00:12.45] | Never considered okay |
| [00:16.45] | Now don' t get mad' nigga get glad |
| [00:19.70] | Goodie got them brand new trash bags' dag |
| [00:22.77] | And they know where to dump that ass |
| [00:25.14] | In the chair |
| [00:26.08] | The hoochie river with the rest of the kids |
| [00:28.14] | That did business outside la familians |
| [00:29.89] | Gettin' ya touched' down the cut |
| [00:33.89] | Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags |
| [00:36.01] | Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end |
| [00:38.33] | Mud in your stool piles' flamin' hotter than Dust Valley |
| [00:41.27] | The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire |
| [00:43.89] | The gangsters of this other century |
| [00:45.64] | Transforming hustlers and players into sissies |
| [00:48.95] | So slim goodie' you don' t want no drug boy |
| [00:51.27] | He' ll leave you barefooted and pregnant |
| [00:53.52] | Don' t get too comfortable you ain' t gon be here too long |
| [00:56.89] | G' s get locked up and die |
| [00:59.02] | Most lie in they own surreal home |
| [01:01.45] | Trust the tree on the map |
| [01:02.95] | This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper |
| [01:05.96] | Swole' couldn' t nobody put a finger on his naps |
| [01:08.70] | Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit |
| [01:12.01] | Used to always holler about how he was gon' do a brother |
| [01:16.33] | Beat him to the punchline' |
| [01:17.58] | Being forced into early retirement at the age of twentysix |
| [01:22.58] | Palms feel like bricks' peeling from distributing crack |
| [01:26.26] | Crumb snatchers and googobblers struggle |
| [01:29.01] | To stay on top of sand dunes |
| [01:31.51] | ' Cause mouths born with silver spoons |
| [01:33.70] | Make your bed you gotta sleep in it |
| [01:36.02] | But stakes made |
| [01:36.83] | Baking soda kept the knees clean |
| [01:38.39] | Narrow like a ravine |
| [01:39.64] | fell good news |
| [01:40.27] | Last hole' green jacket worn' body in two |
| [01:43.95] | Left by ohno' soul been gone |
| [01:46.64] | Disappeared like the dune |
| [01:47.95] | Once the temperature rise |
| [01:49.14] | But I' m with my Lawd' please grits' still ship |
| [01:51.89] | Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience stores |
| [01:55.26] | Where ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds |
| [01:58.20] | Well' rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear |
| [02:00.83] | The dogs are gettin' closer to the now can you hear? |
| [02:03.27] | I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed |
| [02:05.45] | Your ass couldn' t catch your tear |
| [02:10.33] | Lies' straws' mirrors and plates |
| [02:12.47] | Nicks' dimes' fifties' and cakes |
| [02:15.72] | Why can' t I escape |
| [02:17.10] | These lies' straws' mirrors and plates? |
| [02:22.10] | In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks |
| [02:26.34] | Upon the map in the vault |
| [02:27.91] | Where this cat' s trying to sniff me out |
| [02:29.47] | I' m in the southwest woods working all about |
| [02:32.16] | Paper capers' never hurt them brothers to obtain |
| [02:35.41] | If I can' t refrain ' cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain |
| [02:38.72] | And really don' t know which way to go |
| [02:41.10] | Confused' you' ll abuse anybody for a fix |
| [02:44.23] | Hits go for ten bucks' go for twenty and they good and plenty |
| [02:48.47] | Fat baggies like Maggies muffin' |
| [02:51.23] | Where the kid do the stuffin' |
| [02:53.23] | Silly of these young niggaz watching me |
| [02:55.66] | As I turn figures into solitaire |
| [02:58.60] | Twirl up my hair' pray to God I don' t have to do him |
| [03:02.22] | Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was |
| [03:06.29] | ' Cuz' face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek |
| [03:10.91] | So to speak' I' m more like a icon when it was done |
| [03:14.66] | To approach my mosse |
| [03:15.85] | Be on that Rossie like The Click |
| [03:17.60] | So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it |
| [03:20.35] | Lies' straws' mirrors and plates |
| [03:22.47] | |
| [03:23.29] | Nicks' dimes' fifties' and cakes |
| [03:26.48] | Why can' t I escape |
| [03:29.11] | These lies' straws' mirrors and plates? |
| [03:32.41] | Nigga I ain' t shit' I just know how to rhyme a little bit |
| [03:35.73] | Nigga please' I' m still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit |
| [03:39.36] | Now I got a little dough but it ain' t that much more |
| [03:41.86] | Than every other nigga I know |
| [03:43.23] | We all still po' I don' t sell dope' I sell hope |
| [03:46.48] | You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope |
| [03:49.61] | ' Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T. V. |
| [03:52.23] | I ain' t got no fear' my nigga I was born to wait right here |
| [03:55.66] | Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary |
| [03:59.36] | I got that thang with me' ' cause it' s necessary |
| [04:01.98] | Shit' I was just ridin'' wasn' t even thinking out collidin' |
| [04:08.54] | But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights |
| [04:13.04] | I don' t prepared myself to die if it' s my time to go |
| [04:17.79] | He said' " You know what it is' you done seen it before" |
| [04:19.86] | This sad' of course I' ma be mad |
| [04:21.11] | Well' here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad |
| [04:23.61] | You would try to take from me' my nigga I ain' t no star |
| [04:25.73] | I value both of our lives more than this car |
| [04:27.48] | You lucky nigga' I used to be you |
| [04:28.92] | Shit and I' d bust a hole in your chest' somebody could see through |
| [04:31.11] | Now remember' shit' you could' ve died tonight |
| [04:32.98] | And I would' ve been in the right |
| [04:34.86] | I ain' t even pissed you could just drop me off at the house |
| [04:37.04] | ' Cause I ain' t really dying by nothin' like this |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Barnett, Buton, gipp, Knighton ... |
| [00:01.42] | Yo' we gon' do it like this |
| [00:06.36] | Straight out the parts that they disregard |
| [00:12.45] | Never considered okay |
| [00:16.45] | Now don' t get mad' nigga get glad |
| [00:19.70] | Goodie got them brand new trash bags' dag |
| [00:22.77] | And they know where to dump that ass |
| [00:25.14] | In the chair |
| [00:26.08] | The hoochie river with the rest of the kids |
| [00:28.14] | That did business outside la familians |
| [00:29.89] | Gettin' ya touched' down the cut |
| [00:33.89] | Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags |
| [00:36.01] | Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end |
| [00:38.33] | Mud in your stool piles' flamin' hotter than Dust Valley |
| [00:41.27] | The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire |
| [00:43.89] | The gangsters of this other century |
| [00:45.64] | Transforming hustlers and players into sissies |
| [00:48.95] | So slim goodie' you don' t want no drug boy |
| [00:51.27] | He' ll leave you barefooted and pregnant |
| [00:53.52] | Don' t get too comfortable you ain' t gon be here too long |
| [00:56.89] | G' s get locked up and die |
| [00:59.02] | Most lie in they own surreal home |
| [01:01.45] | Trust the tree on the map |
| [01:02.95] | This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper |
| [01:05.96] | Swole' couldn' t nobody put a finger on his naps |
| [01:08.70] | Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit |
| [01:12.01] | Used to always holler about how he was gon' do a brother |
| [01:16.33] | Beat him to the punchline' |
| [01:17.58] | Being forced into early retirement at the age of twentysix |
| [01:22.58] | Palms feel like bricks' peeling from distributing crack |
| [01:26.26] | Crumb snatchers and googobblers struggle |
| [01:29.01] | To stay on top of sand dunes |
| [01:31.51] | ' Cause mouths born with silver spoons |
| [01:33.70] | Make your bed you gotta sleep in it |
| [01:36.02] | But stakes made |
| [01:36.83] | Baking soda kept the knees clean |
| [01:38.39] | Narrow like a ravine |
| [01:39.64] | fell good news |
| [01:40.27] | Last hole' green jacket worn' body in two |
| [01:43.95] | Left by ohno' soul been gone |
| [01:46.64] | Disappeared like the dune |
| [01:47.95] | Once the temperature rise |
| [01:49.14] | But I' m with my Lawd' please grits' still ship |
| [01:51.89] | Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience stores |
| [01:55.26] | Where ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds |
| [01:58.20] | Well' rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear |
| [02:00.83] | The dogs are gettin' closer to the now can you hear? |
| [02:03.27] | I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed |
| [02:05.45] | Your ass couldn' t catch your tear |
| [02:10.33] | Lies' straws' mirrors and plates |
| [02:12.47] | Nicks' dimes' fifties' and cakes |
| [02:15.72] | Why can' t I escape |
| [02:17.10] | These lies' straws' mirrors and plates? |
| [02:22.10] | In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks |
| [02:26.34] | Upon the map in the vault |
| [02:27.91] | Where this cat' s trying to sniff me out |
| [02:29.47] | I' m in the southwest woods working all about |
| [02:32.16] | Paper capers' never hurt them brothers to obtain |
| [02:35.41] | If I can' t refrain ' cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain |
| [02:38.72] | And really don' t know which way to go |
| [02:41.10] | Confused' you' ll abuse anybody for a fix |
| [02:44.23] | Hits go for ten bucks' go for twenty and they good and plenty |
| [02:48.47] | Fat baggies like Maggies muffin' |
| [02:51.23] | Where the kid do the stuffin' |
| [02:53.23] | Silly of these young niggaz watching me |
| [02:55.66] | As I turn figures into solitaire |
| [02:58.60] | Twirl up my hair' pray to God I don' t have to do him |
| [03:02.22] | Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was |
| [03:06.29] | ' Cuz' face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek |
| [03:10.91] | So to speak' I' m more like a icon when it was done |
| [03:14.66] | To approach my mosse |
| [03:15.85] | Be on that Rossie like The Click |
| [03:17.60] | So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it |
| [03:20.35] | Lies' straws' mirrors and plates |
| [03:22.47] | |
| [03:23.29] | Nicks' dimes' fifties' and cakes |
| [03:26.48] | Why can' t I escape |
| [03:29.11] | These lies' straws' mirrors and plates? |
| [03:32.41] | Nigga I ain' t shit' I just know how to rhyme a little bit |
| [03:35.73] | Nigga please' I' m still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit |
| [03:39.36] | Now I got a little dough but it ain' t that much more |
| [03:41.86] | Than every other nigga I know |
| [03:43.23] | We all still po' I don' t sell dope' I sell hope |
| [03:46.48] | You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope |
| [03:49.61] | ' Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T. V. |
| [03:52.23] | I ain' t got no fear' my nigga I was born to wait right here |
| [03:55.66] | Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary |
| [03:59.36] | I got that thang with me' ' cause it' s necessary |
| [04:01.98] | Shit' I was just ridin'' wasn' t even thinking out collidin' |
| [04:08.54] | But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights |
| [04:13.04] | I don' t prepared myself to die if it' s my time to go |
| [04:17.79] | He said' " You know what it is' you done seen it before" |
| [04:19.86] | This sad' of course I' ma be mad |
| [04:21.11] | Well' here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad |
| [04:23.61] | You would try to take from me' my nigga I ain' t no star |
| [04:25.73] | I value both of our lives more than this car |
| [04:27.48] | You lucky nigga' I used to be you |
| [04:28.92] | Shit and I' d bust a hole in your chest' somebody could see through |
| [04:31.11] | Now remember' shit' you could' ve died tonight |
| [04:32.98] | And I would' ve been in the right |
| [04:34.86] | I ain' t even pissed you could just drop me off at the house |
| [04:37.04] | ' Cause I ain' t really dying by nothin' like this |
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