Guttaville

Текст песни Dro Feat. Boe Skagz & Tay Nati - Guttaville

Guttaville Lyrics[Kid]
Guttaville...Guttaville...Guttaville....

[Dro]
Uh, Where I'm from, take you around my way

[Hook]
Guttaville, niggas pop, people get killed down in
Guttaville hustle hard and broke steel down in
Guttaville, far away from society
Guttaville, I wish the devil would try me
[Boe Skagz]
I'm ridin' low, white walls on the caddy still
I'm hot from the Watts all the day to Nattyville
Not a father figure, stop askin how your pappy feel
Clean cut 'em keep the head and be still
Guttaville, yeah we broke out here
Getting rolled like blunts when you smoked out here
Imagine takin a step through some place where niggas left you
Then they tryin to test you, you made 'em all respect you
See thats exactly where my people come from
The grind, the oil, the slash, and the beatings come from
We dun walk through the stormy weather, sleep with my gun
This a lotta math I don't wanna teach to my son
Like countin rocks, the stove and the beat to be one
See a simple minded always had to pay a hard price
Where I'm from it's cold, we keep the heater at night
Jay anit the only one who had a life a hard knock life
We from

[Hook]

[Tay Nati]
You can die on the corner come up off for a quarter
Place a order, have you over easy under some water
You can get whatever you need
40 ounces in weed, coca leaves cookin the kitchen
Kids playin the streets, 15 with heat, belt buckles stuck on they knees
Who we disrespect jumpin you niggas and bleed
Money bitches and burners, cars, beefin, and murders
Tryin to change for em, just say fuck and we dirty
You can get jacked for your jersey, get that ass shot for your rims
Shootin dice, broad daylight bomber jackets and timbs
At the club, niggas 16 deep in the truck
Niggas talkin shit and they ain't strapped, stupidest fuck
Come to the 51, you will see what I mean
You ain't gotta be a actor to get cut from the scene
The roll squad and we head for the whole pot
Don't care if you won't stop, we'll rain on your whole block
[Hook]

[Dro]
Either kill or be killed, you can be fake or be real
Turn into somebody's meal
My whole section is like steel
We live off this, make deals with killers that take pills
Our motto is stay real, eat off your meal
Fat with poor steel, no job but won't spill
Doc my hood's ill, save him
Workin hard 9 to 5 but won't pay him
The lord treat my niggas like roaches, they tryin to spray 'em
The government be at it 10-4, a'okay 'em
Black to the future they tried it back in the day
The devil never play for oakland, but still raid us
Only God can save us

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