Gutta Butta

Yo, we gon do it like this

Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard

Never considered . . . ok

Now don't get mad, nigga get glad

Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag

And they know where to dump that ass

In the chair

The hoochie river with the rest of the kids

That did business outside la familians

Gettin ya touched

Down the cut

Blunts roastin whole through tea bags

Blowin bubbles out the wrong end

Mud in your stool piles

Flamin hotter than dust valley

The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire

The gangsters of this other century

Transforming hustlers and players into sissies

So slim goodie

You don't want no drug boy

He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant

Don't get too comfortable

You ain't gon be here too long

G's get locked up and die (clean)

Most lie in they own surreal home

Trust the tree on the map

This one individual thought he was the grim reaper

Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps

Now he up under the bridge stankin

In his birthday suit

Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)

Beat him to the punch-line, one ?

Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26

Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack

Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle

To stay on top of sand dunes

Cause mouths born with silver spoons



Make your bed you gotta sleep in it

But stakes made

Baking soda kept the knees clean

Narrow like a ravine

? fell good news

Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two

Left by oh-no

Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune

Once the temperature rise

But i'm with my lawd (lord)

?please grits, still ship

Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores

Where ya at now?

Comming around trying to sniff out sounds

Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear

The dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?

I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed

Your ass couldn't catch your tear



Lies, straws, mirrors and plates

Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes

Why can't i escape

These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?



In the land of jacks i got my acts over the tracks with stacks

Upon the map in the vault

Where this cat's trying to sniff me out

I'm in the southwest woods working all about

Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain

If i can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain

And really don't know which way to go

Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix

Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty

Fat baggies like ?maggies? muffin

Where the kid do the stuffin

Silly of these young niggaz watching me

As i turn figures into solitare

Twirl up my hair (down south)

Pray to god i don