Keep It Gutta Lyrics - Singles - Lil Boosie

Keep it Gutta 

I raised up my project window 

And I smell Indo 

Hollered at my kin folk 

After that I big smoke 

I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways 

All of my cousins bussin' K's 

So I was lead astray 

And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death 

I never once, thought bout blinking myself 

Cause I got bank to accept! 

You heard that green and yellow cd 

That bitch gutta! 

The world-wide struggle 

Or the one about my mother (Child so bad) 

I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali 

With the Bloods and Crips 

See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit! 

I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood 

So I'm tryin' to make a mil 

And get the fuck out Baton Rouge 

I wish Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you 

I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two 

And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion? 

(Shiiit)If he did 

I know he saved a spot for his kid 

And we gone G' it! 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah) 

Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!) 

Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!) 

Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy! 

Verse two, is for my hearse crew 

Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too 

Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?! 

When we was slangin' nine 

And had these niggaz scared of us! 

My hood full of floods (floods) 

But my hood full of thugs 

Who in that pen 

Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch 

And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta) 

Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see 

Like you bein' locked up, til 2003 

When you 'posed to be out chea 

Flickin' and ballin like me 

And all I see, is eyes on me 

So like Pac 

I hope it's not another fucking robbery 

I ain' no rookie! 

Fourteen, sellin' cookies! 

Had all the hoes looking! 

And ya know why nigga 

Because I'm gutta! 

My pants hang low 

My eyes looking wicked too 

My throwback cost 400 

It's from 1952! 

And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!) 

If you wanna leave this club 

I suggest 

You don't come around here and try to beef with us 

This for my niggaz and guhls 

Keep ya head up! 

And I'ma keep my bread up 

And make ya throw the set up! 

I'm keepin' it gutta! 

[Chorus] 

What you about robbing to eat 

What you about peeping yo hood out 

To see who want ya to cease 

That's the beginning 

The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion) 

Then I'm threw 

Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, like Lil Boo 

I was led on this path to hate 

Since I was little 

Across the street a ship plant 

And next door a fuckin' killer 

Calvin Ricks was the shit 

It wasn't no ridin' in South 

I use to joy his purple jeep 

When I walk in my house 

And on my chedda chase 

I done saw better days 

Never thought my selfish ways 

Have me blowing purple haze 

It hurts to say (Hurts to say) 

That my daddy left this world 

I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl 

But he can't, so I drink 

Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it) 

Smoke dro, by the ounce 

And sip syrup, by the pint 

Ain' too many can fuck with me 

That's on my generation 

Shouts out to all my niggaz 

And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!