Pooh-Man

Pooh-Man - Gutter (featuring Robin Smith) lyrics

rate me

(Pooh-Man)

Let's do this ya'll

(Robin Smith)

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

(Pooh-Man)

Straight player oakland mack

It's all about never leaving home unstrapped

I tell these tales and tell them well

Get in the game punk

And watch your trick ass fail

Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets

One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet

The fast lane the dope game so much pain

Clocking cash like a champ

Won't a damn thang change

I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes

But I still got love for my 6 9 roots

Little girl black rammy on

The story goes on but real players know

It's the town of the dank point

of fat 20 sacks

the town where the motherfuckers made the mack

Cuz it's the Eastside

Cuz only real gutter motherfuckers understand me

Standing on the block

Riding the strip

Never been loose without my glock and two clips

Cuz I am yelling out the windows

Riding the hoes

Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues

It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch

Get mad all you want but you can't do shit

To the real players put your hand in the air

They can't fuck with gutter players

(Robin Smith)

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

(Pooh-Man)

Eight o'clock on the block

With four five glock

Got's to be saved cuz this fiends won't what I got

They spend ten, 50-50 two or one

You want my pot then fool come and get some

The life of a hustler, living like a G

Look up player in the dictionary

And you will find me

80 G's a day puts a brother on relax

Have more hoes then Frank Ward

So call me the fat cat

And don't mind putting the fool in dirt

Run up to me and my family and watch me put in work

Big Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keys

Yelling rest in peace to a click that want some beef

Where ya from

Does the baron know where ya heading

Run up on my family and watch your ass regret it

I am calling 187 shots

Having fools dropped

Used to be your spot but now it's my spot

Taking' what's' yours is the best way to get ahead

I ain't with that color shit but I'll paint your ass red

To put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brother

Top of Ol' G's how to survive in the gutter

(Robin Smith)

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

(Pooh-Man)

The moves I mack the chances I take

No time for mistakes because these brothers be snakes

A fool a snitch on your ass fast

Scared as hell trying to save his own ass

And I ain't got time to trust nobody

Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party

You see I can always say I ain't stupid

But when the feds are at my door I gots to prove it

Search warrants about 15 deep

Swearing up and down that they are going to find some keys

All though my closet

Searching through my kitchen

What cha looking for old man some fucking chicken

Trying to find some drug pearfunalim

Your out of luck law man, what I tell ya

And they be pissed when they don't find nothing

But they be happy as hell when they do find something

But I ain't giving them bastards nothing to gloat about

You 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 die

From the gutter

(Robin Smith)

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

This is how we live each day

Growing up the gangster way

This is how we live in the gutter

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