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Featuring Paul Wall (Verse) Rolling with the top down, no peanut butter guts Trolling, I'm about to climb Let me gum, turn the bass up, turn it up! Hold it, that Glock 9, in case a hater run up Cold and I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts! I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor, It's just me it's just me in that throwed up These bouts strolling, I stop and poking, But I'm trying to get that dough ho Riding dirty, ain't no hobo, it's just me strapped up like a go pro And I'm one deep, Han Solo Law's trying to capture me like a photo! Hustle! All I need is two cups of drink With the system crank and a 50 thing See me pulling planks in my candy paint Put bars around me in crowds Both times when I hit the breaks, My hustle skills you can't debate Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank Till I'm beating up in them clouds Getting to the cake man fuck your fake Riding out of state with a Texas plate Speakers in the back beat like an 8 Songtexte4-15, rock up, five skate Prowling like a snake, boys gonna hate But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait Say the bullshit, I ain't got a cake Ball I got till I am in the grave Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle (Hook x2) I get er pushing it away, 9 to 5 I could do it all day Boy you know I gotta hustle! But when the mob I kindom walk from outer space Gotta beam em up, got an universe on hustle! Had a premonition of me in the front seat The 20-13, boy we gotta hustle! We gotta, we gotta hustle, hustle! You wanna go follow your dream then! Hustle, hustle! (Verse) Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe in the people that I was put in front of And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation To put me in the position to maybe someday break out of a small town I guess I fell for the oky doke I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey pokey game To see lames and other folks who thought joke was being played on me Oh, the story goes again! Here we go again, all I getting frown while the motherfucker's grin I can get the sound of the gate closing in And knocking for the breeze of the hate blowing in Cause they're gone, wanna go sightseeing Up in the Chevy and ride for a little while Then they come and wanna drive, Even make a turn of approach you ain't familiar with Enough with the pay for the gas for a little bit then But fuck it, you know what? You got a best friend But when he started off he was just hitchhiking Should have heard we when they said both for real If you chill then you'll find another one just like him But it's hard as a mother fucker to say no When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro And everything that he's saying, he's saying to pay close attention So you put your hands low! Palms, out, opened, hoping And you can even see that engine smoking Plus all the money that he gave you, owe him Rearview mirrors, all of them broken Black boys, white boys, just a token for the slot machine And they get really notion Scheming and scoping, the animal inside The cannibal chose him, me! I feel for another man's hustle! (Hook x2) I get er pushing it away, 9 to 5 I could do it all day Boy you know I gotta hustle! But when the mob I kindom walk from outer space Gotta beam em up, got an universe on hustle! Had a premonition of me in the front seat The 20-13, boy we gotta hustle! We gotta, we gotta hustle, hustle! You wanna go follow your dream then! Hustle, hustle! Aus Songtexte Mania