Текст песни Pooh-Man f Robin Smith - The Gutter
Pooh-Man f Robin Smith - The Gutter слова песни
(Pooh-Man)Let`s do this ya`ll(Robin Smith)This is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutterThis is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutter(Pooh-Man)Straight player oakland mackIt`s all about never leaving home unstrappedI tell these tales and tell them wellGet in the game punkAnd watch your trick ass failCan`t stand the heat of the eastside streetsOne pull of a trigger knocks you off your feetThe fast lane the dope game so much painClocking cash like a champWon`t a damn thang changeI come from O-O-O still down with the dudesBut I still got love for my 6 9 rootsLittle girl black rammy onThe story goes on but real players knowIt`s the town of the dank pointof fat 20 sacksthe town where the motherfuckers made the mackCuz it`s the EastsideCuz only real gutter motherfuckers understand meStanding on the blockRiding the stripNever been loose without my glock and two clipsCuz I am yelling out the windowsRiding the hoesSummer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and voguesIt ain`t the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitchGet mad all you want but you can`t do shitTo the real players put your hand in the airThey can`t fuck with gutter players(Robin Smith)This is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutterThis is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutter(Pooh-Man)Eight o`clock on the blockWith four five glockGot`s to be saved cuz this fiends won`t what I gotThey spend ten, 50-50 two or oneYou want my pot then fool come and get someThe life of a hustler, living like a GLook up player in the dictionaryAnd you will find me80 G`s a day puts a brother on relaxHave more hoes then Frank WardSo call me the fat catAnd don`t mind putting the fool in dirtRun up to me and my family and watch me put in workBig Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keysYelling rest in peace to a click that want some beefWhere ya fromDoes the baron know where ya headingRun up on my family and watch your ass regret itI am calling 187 shotsHaving fools droppedUsed to be your spot but now it`s my spotTaking` what`s` yours is the best way to get aheadI ain`t with that color shit but I`ll paint your ass redTo put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brotherTop of Ol` G`s how to survive in the gutter(Robin Smith)This is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutterThis is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutter(Pooh-Man)The moves I mack the chances I takeNo time for mistakes because these brothers be snakesA fool a snitch on your ass fastScared as hell trying to save his own assAnd I ain`t got time to trust nobodyStab while where I rest my head, it ain`t that type of partyYou see I can always say I ain`t stupidBut when the feds are at my door I gots to prove itSearch warrants about 15 deepSwearing up and down that they are going to find some keysAll though my closetSearching through my kitchenWhat cha looking for old man some fucking chickenTrying to find some drug pearfunalimYour out of luck law man, what I tell yaAnd they be pissed when they don`t find nothingBut they be happy as hell when they do find somethingBut I ain`t giving them bastards nothing to gloat aboutYou did`nt find shit, so get the FUCK OUT!So hear is a message to the A.T.F.D.A. and F.B.I.Eat shit and dieFrom the gutter(Robin Smith)This is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutterThis is how we live each dayGrowing up the gangster wayThis is how we live in the gutter