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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Guttaville |
| ~Hook~ |
| 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 |
| ~Verse 1~ |
| Im riding low white walls on the caddy steel |
| Im 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 u 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, thats exactly where my people come from |
| The grind, the audience the slash and beans come from |
| We done walked through the stormy weather sleep with my gun |
| Theres a lot of math i dont wanna teach to my son |
| The hide of rocks, the stove and the beaker be one |
| See the simple mind will always have to pay a hard price |
| Where im from its cold, we keep the heater at night |
| jay aint the only one that had to live the hard knocked life, we from… |
| to the hook) |
| ~Verse 2~ |
| You can die on the corna 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 |
| 15 with heat belt buckles stuck on they knees |
| Could we disrespect jump and you niggas will bleed |
| Money, this and burnas, cars beef and the murdas |
| Tryin tah change for em juss 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 16 deep in the truck |
| Niggas talkin shit they aint strapped, stupid as fuck |
| go to the 51 tray you would see wat i mean |
| You aint gotta be an actor to get cut from 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… |
| (hook) |
| ~Verse 3~ |
| Either kill or be killed |
| You can fake or be real, turn into somebody’s meal (chyea!) |
| My whole section is 8 steel |
| We live off of «Lets 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 ten fo, they OK 'em |
| Black to the future they tryna back to the day |
| us |
| The Devil never played for Oakland we still Raiders |
| Only God can save us |
| (hook) |