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(feat. Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz) [Intro] 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... [Repeated several times] YEEEEEEEEEEAAA! [Chorus x2] We gon' hustle, grind (grind!), stack (stack!), paperz (paperz!) Pimp hoez (pimp!), kick do's (kick!), duck-tape, caperz (duck! yea!) Smoke (smoke!), dro (dro!), drank (drank!), Hen (Hen!) For niggaz holdin' it down from the block to the pen (YEA!) [Verse 1] Dirty South, dirty mouth, yes, I'm guilty nigga Keep a pistol by my side for dem filthy niggaz To these bitchez out there thinkin' they can tilt me nigga I'm a pimp by blood, you feel me nigga? Y'all got a track funky like fuckin' wit no ??? for nuthin' Who these bitchez lovin'? Who these hoez wanna be huggin'? When they see us in the club, the 5-4 be thuggin' Dappin' and huggin', these niggaz and bitchez who give a fuck and... My nigga the block hot, glock on me Tryina harm me nigga, we gon' bring a whole army Swarm like bee's, street bleed from squeeze armin' SongtexteSupreme cream team, open shop whip stormin' Nigga, back da fuck off me! [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Fuck it, just lemme slide off into it Pull out the rugerz, introduce you and yo kin to it I hate the game, taught to neva be a friend to it Still watchin' cornerz, and dem pistols put'em into it I'm into it... I gotta, hustle and fetish for dat dub-green lettuce Bustin' ova niggaz hatin' me like Jerome Bettis Let it be known that I'm a lil' dirty red nigga Blowin' yo mind like hangin' wit thirty dred niggaz Bitch, I'm a 9th ward, die-hard, pull yo card nigga I'm from the N.O., downtown, 54 nigga Bustin' til it aint' no mo nigga, you'za hoe nigga Soon as you see me comin', you holdin' yo bitchez close nigga! [Chorus x2] [Lil' Jon] [x2] Fuck y'all bitchez, get fucced up bitch Fuck y'all bitchez, get fucced up bitch You don't want none, you don't want none You don't want none, you don't want none YEEEEEEEEEAAA!!! [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania