"Gutter Pain" lyrics
(feat. Kool G Rap)
And are we together, Wayne?
Hit the bass
You ever look out for one another?
And are we together, Wayne?
You know what I see and I don't focus now
Hit the bass
Non-fiction tales, fifth scale, hit the scales
This the hood story some niggas didn't live to tell
Skippers around here ain't standin' on no shippin' sails
Skippers around here be posted on that strip for sales
Fiends breakin' empty windows, they ain't fixed with nails
Hollow point bullets real, you see them kids in trails
Niggas that's here today gone tomorrow
Car show at the Apollo, to the way playin' them songs is sorrow
No, I ain't leavin' footsteps to follow
My keys to success was in the back trunk of a Monte Carlo
I go in shock mode and spark toast on dark roads
I keep my shit under my trench coat and hardball
I straight scar folks, get bar hoes with hard coke
My nigga Cal used to sell vows on bar soap
Sling like his arm broke and post up for Lars though
They come back wild, he let that firearm smoke
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane
My man lost a million to change, crib went up in flames
Cash money straight out the street, she never been the same (Nah, nigga)
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane (Sell 'em)
Classmate died on the tracks, tryna beat the train
Baby got hit in the brain, then the shot exchanged
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane (From my window pane)
On my window pane
Now all I see is your face
Now we're together, Wayne
Hit the bass, the way it is right now
See some ladies, man, see some ladies and what? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get you over that money, get your head turned
You know, the paper on the patio
You know how that feels, nigga
But yeah, it's all mobile though, ain't no dogs like that part
We'll go loco, you know
It's the weather for it, yeah, yeah
You right, you can come out, man
They can do drugs
What the MC's was doin' wasn't no money involved
Wasn't no lights and cameras
Just a bunch of females, a bunch of fellas
Beers, music
Until somethin' got set off and shots got let out
Hit the bass
You ever look out for one another?
And are we together, Wayne?
You know what I see and I don't focus now
Hit the bass
Non-fiction tales, fifth scale, hit the scales
This the hood story some niggas didn't live to tell
Skippers around here ain't standin' on no shippin' sails
Skippers around here be posted on that strip for sales
Fiends breakin' empty windows, they ain't fixed with nails
Hollow point bullets real, you see them kids in trails
Niggas that's here today gone tomorrow
Car show at the Apollo, to the way playin' them songs is sorrow
No, I ain't leavin' footsteps to follow
My keys to success was in the back trunk of a Monte Carlo
I go in shock mode and spark toast on dark roads
I keep my shit under my trench coat and hardball
I straight scar folks, get bar hoes with hard coke
My nigga Cal used to sell vows on bar soap
Sling like his arm broke and post up for Lars though
They come back wild, he let that firearm smoke
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane
My man lost a million to change, crib went up in flames
Cash money straight out the street, she never been the same (Nah, nigga)
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane (Sell 'em)
Classmate died on the tracks, tryna beat the train
Baby got hit in the brain, then the shot exchanged
Gutta pain, that's the view from my window pane (From my window pane)
On my window pane
Now all I see is your face
Now we're together, Wayne
Hit the bass, the way it is right now
See some ladies, man, see some ladies and what? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get you over that money, get your head turned
You know, the paper on the patio
You know how that feels, nigga
But yeah, it's all mobile though, ain't no dogs like that part
We'll go loco, you know
It's the weather for it, yeah, yeah
You right, you can come out, man
They can do drugs
What the MC's was doin' wasn't no money involved
Wasn't no lights and cameras
Just a bunch of females, a bunch of fellas
Beers, music
Until somethin' got set off and shots got let out
