笨小笨Gutter! (Clean)歌词由Grip&Wara演唱，出自专辑《I Died For This!?》，下面是《Gutter! (Clean)》完整版歌词！
Gutter! (Clean)歌词完整版
Gutter! (Clean) - GRIP/Wara
Lyrics by：Neal H. Pogue II/Jawara Kenyatte Barnett/Kyle Clow
Composed by：Neal H. Pogue II/Jawara Kenyatte Barnett/Kyle Clow
GRIP：
My dad a no-show just like the n***as on Maury
On Maury
You wouldn't know though unless I give you my story
You my what
If you not addict or dealer I guess you boring
Guess you
You need a gimmick I find that s**t to be corny
Guess you corny
I used to dream 'bout this s**t when I was a shorty
I idolized many legends that came before me
Came before me
I used to want all the money fame and the glory
What else
A Grammy in Best Album category
Who you think you is n***a
Uh
Plaques and silverware play for plays eating-a*s n***a
Twin mattress on the floor sleeping-a*s n***a
Iffy friends kitchen faucet leaking-a*s n***a
Off the gas and liquor down to my last nickel
GRIP/Wara：
What would you do if you came from the gutter
To a game to get some change in exchange for your struggles
And you sang 'bout the pain that pertain to your color
Just for it to get appraised by some lame motherf**kers yeah
Motherf**kers
Wara/GRIP：
How you figure
I'm larger than life n***a
Ain't pickin' no side with ya we gon' ride 'til we die
Motherf**kers
Flip a n***a like switches I'm 'bout my riches
When we step up in the building put your hands in the sky
Motherf**kers
And put your hands in the sky
Motherf**kers
And put your hands in the sky
GRIP：
Back with a vengeance
Get slapped with the strap when I'm snatchin' your pendant
Rappers pretendin' I'll really squeeze the ratchet and end it
Compare me to who
All of these n***as whack I'm offended
I told them I was top five and I actually meant it
Not slacking a minute I'm actually ahead of it
My past is your present tense
Forgave you 'fore you started jacking my rhetoric
A veteran the jacket's a letterman the flow a headache pass the Excedrin
This is way past your aesthetic
Far beyond the image this is trap and rappin' in your partner's Honda Civic
Or that county jail your mama visit to see if a bond was given
'Cause you took a chance to advance in a life
You ain't found to live in
Why would I respond to critics
What would you do if you came from the gutter
To a game to get some change in exchange for your struggles
And you sang 'bout the pain that pertain to your color
Just for it to get appraised by some lame motherf**kers
Motherf**kers
Wara/GRIP：
How you figure
I'm larger than life n***a
Ain't pickin' no side with ya we gon' ride 'til we die
Motherf**kers
Flip a n***a like switches I'm 'bout my riches
When we step up in the building put your hands in the sky
Motherf**kers
And put your hands in the sky
Motherf**kers
And put your hands in the sky
