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    "Gutter 2 The Fancy Ish" Lyrics

    Angie Martinez feat. Busta Rhymes

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
    Sippin on mar-tinis
    Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
    Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon
    Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon
    Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
    Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit

    [A] Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit
    [B] Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon
    [B] You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy
    [A] How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby

    Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
    Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
    Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
    Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
    Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse
    Make you react first
    Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
    Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie
    Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see
    Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty
    When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me
    Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
    Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway
    In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
    Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
    Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
    I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami!

    Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
    Most high we trust, other than that
    Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
    Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it
    Linda Carter of the rap game
    With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
    man the game plan's arran-gin
    a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
    Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep
    Confess sometimes I roll deep
    Underestimating mine is to not know me
    I, analyze, every situation
    And I rise to any occasion
    And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm
    runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
    sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
    In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas..
    This song was submitted on February 5th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Angie Martinez, Trevor Smith, Gary Wright.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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