Lyrics Gutta Butta.lrc Goodie Mob
[id: rlphbfct]
[ar: Goodie Mob]
[al: Still Standing [Vinyl]]
[ti: Gutta Butta]
[length: 04:49]
[00:03.61]Yo, we gon do it like this
[00:05.49]Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard
[00:11.60]Never considered . . . ok
[00:15.86]Now don’t get mad, nigga get glad
[00:19.95]Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag
[00:23.06]And they know where to dump that ass
[00:25.75]In the chair
[00:26.59]The hoochie river with the rest of the kids
[00:28.93]That did business outside la familians
[00:31.53]Gettin ya touched
[00:33.13]Down the cut
[00:33.99]Blunts roastin whole through tea bags
[00:36.14]Blowin bubbles out the wrong end
[00:37.90]Mud in your stool piles
[00:40.03]Flamin hotter than Dust Valley
[00:41.64]The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire
[00:43.88]The gangsters of this other century
[00:45.98]Transforming hustlers and players into sissies
[00:48.66]So slim goodie
[00:50.50]You don’t want no drug boy
[00:52.34]He’ll leave you barefooted and pregnant
[00:54.17]Don’t get too comfortable
[00:56.06]You ain’t gon be here too long
[00:57.66]G’s get locked up and die (clean)
[00:59.24]Most lie in they own surreal home
[01:02.45]Trust the tree on the map
[01:03.75]This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper
[01:06.40]Swole, couldn’t nobody put a finger on his naps
[01:09.06]Now he up under the bridge stankin
[01:11.48]In his birthday suit
[01:13.32]Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)
[01:16.78]Beat him to the punch-line, one?
[01:18.86]Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26
[01:22.32]Palms feel like bricks – peeling from distributing crack
[01:25.24]Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
[01:27.81]To stay on top of sand dunes
[01:29.78]Cause mouths born with silver spoons
[01:33.30]Make your bed you gotta sleep in it
[01:34.89]But stakes made
[01:35.99]Baking soda kept the knees clean
[01:37.82]Narrow like a ravine
[01:39.14]? Fell good news
[01:40.69]Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two
[01:43.06]Left by oh-no
[01:44.64]Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune
[01:47.20]Once the temperature rise
[01:48.69]But I’m with my Lawd (lord)
[01:49.93]? Please grits, still ship
[01:51.29]Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores
[01:53.66]Where ya at now?
[01:54.73]Comming around trying to sniff out sounds
[01:56.52]Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear
[02:00.03]The dogs are gettin closer to the? now can you hear?
[02:02.39]I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed
[02:06.08]Your ass couldn’t catch your tear
[02:07.66]Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
[02:11.15]Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
[02:14.01]Why can’t I escape
[02:17.16]These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?
[02:20.30]In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks
[02:24.69]Upon the map in the vault
[02:26.46]Where this cat’s trying to sniff me out
[02:28.38]I’m in the southwest woods working all about
[02:31.24]Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain
[02:34.18]If I can’t refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain
[02:38.13]And really don’t know which way to go
[02:39.95]Confused, you’ll abuse anybody for a fix
[02:43.66]Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty
[02:47.91]Fat baggies like? Maggies? muffin
[02:50.35]Where the kid do the stuffin
[02:52.15]Silly of these young niggaz watching me
[02:54.83]As I turn figures into solitare
[02:57.49]Twirl up my hair (down south)
[02:59.34]Pray to God I don抰 have to do him
[03:00.99]Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was
[03:04.13]Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek
[03:09.24]So to speak,? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse
[03:14.08]Be on that Rossie like The Click
[03:16.15]So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it
[03:20.23]Chorus
[03:31.54]Nigga I ain’t shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
[03:34.78]Nigga please, I’m still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
[03:37.35]Now I got a little dough, but it ain’t that much mo
[03:40.25]Than every other nigga I know
[03:42.37]We all still po
[03:43.63]I don’t sell dope (what you doin?)
[03:45.51]I sell hope
[03:46.91]You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
[03:48.74]Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
[03:50.36]I ain’t got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here
[03:54.92]Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
[03:58.12]I got that thang with me cause it’s necessary
[04:00.73]Shit, I was just ridin
[04:02.31]Wasn’t even thinking慴out collidin
[04:04.47]But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
[04:07.13]I don’t prepared myself to die if it’s my time to go
[04:10.33]He said “you know what it is, you done seen it before”
[04:12.93]This sad, of course I’ma be mad
[04:15.38]Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad
[04:18.85]You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain’t no star
[04:22.09]I value both of our lives more than this car
[04:24.44]You lucky nigga, I used to be you
[04:26.39]Shit and I’d bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
[04:30.28]Now remember, shit, you could’ve died tonight
[04:32.19]And I would’ve been in the right
[04:33.79]I ain’t even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
[04:36.60]Cause I ain’t really dying by nothin like this
[04:38.44]He-he-he-he-he-he
[04:39.87]Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house
[04:44.07]Knahmsayin?
[04:45.17]Year of Release: 1998