Hutch’s

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre] Y'all call 'em lushes (Lushes) We call 'em winos (Nigga, we call 'em winos!) We fuck on hutches (We fuck on hutches) Y'all suck on them fine hoes (Suckin' on them fine hoes) [Verse 1: Hachet] You gotta be careful in this game, nigga (Why is that?) Cause there's sharks and hyenas ready for attack I'm a Mac, like my potna Dre Been in this game since back in the day I don't play, I let the hot ones speak I ain't no geek, a drug dealing connoisseur Came up from the sewer to a high class Push an S-Class with TVs in the dash Live the fast life, dodgin' task and the vice Get your mind right (Chase them dollars) Get your grind right (Homie, be a baller) Get them big faces, do whatever it takes And stay away from snakes that hibernate in gang We came, we conquered, the game, we honor Scrillionaires, not L-7 squares We Turf Buccaneers (Turf Buccaneers) [Chorus: Hachet + (C-Lim)] We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it) We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me) [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Living off the fat of the land with my hot hand Don't fuck with hot boys, I fuck with firemans Retire, man, them careers early It's Mac Furly, dope as a Felix birdie I get it dirty, from Hillcrest to Hurley Tried and tested, respected, I'm sturdy Do or die, twisted like a ratchet Blowin' blunts down a backstreet with Hachet See it, we snatch it, heat it, with plastic MD it, we tragic, and leave 'em, blasted Serioso, bigger than oh so I bring the flames, lame, never come so-so Loco, nut in the Cougnut Helping out the Roofie Boo Boo — fool, what? Let's get it crackin', leave the actin' for the TV Believe me, you don't wanna see me [Chorus: Hachet + (C-Lim)] We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it) We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me) [Verse 3: C-Lim] You ain't heard of C-Lim? Well, that's 'cause I don't fuck with you While we in a BMW Fuck it, when your feet up, Cutlass moving Through the streets like the undercovers do I'm out the window, C'd up on your motherfuckin' crew Like I give a feenuck about you motherfuckin' fools I might squeeze through a couple bars, get my cap on Ride or die like the Double-R 'cause I spit fire like Drag-On 'Cause I'm from the O and you know I'm a crazy fool With a 4-54 raging bull I hit the Moe just to kick it with some niggas that's rough Then hit the 'Sco just to kick it with some niggas that bust Don't forget the O 'cause the chickens be hella thick at the butt Out there, fuck the studio, I'm hittin' the club Out there (Just to see) what's really (It's us three) So just bill me [Chorus: Hachet + (C-Lim)] We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (What's really?) We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it) We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me)