Текст песни Kurupt f Big Tri, Young Tone - Hustlin
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[Kurupt]Yeah, nigga, niggaNo disrespect to you East coastThe West coast we got heat tooWe gon` keep it real G`d up(Y.A., Tri, Lil` Kurupt)[Verse One]Okay, if I don`t make it rappin it`s back to jackinBack to the click-clackin and the khaki jacketsI`m a rider, dat`s why I got that tatAnd a provider, jazz got a lot I ain`t hadI`m a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering columnEvery event, book bag, gat at the bottomI`m convinced, that my common sense intensifyNow I`m convinced it`s, hoppin over fences[Chorus: patois speaker - best guess]Six in de mornin you know they kyan`t find no mo-ney, mo-ney{?} get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-lyIt was because I load `n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for meBecause the tussle an` the hustle an` it rough and {?} to be me, be me[Kurupt]Pistol`s my specialty, and uhI`m a gangster, my specialy, and uhFire I let it fly and toss, and uhI`m a boss molotovs get tossed, and uhHey girl, what the fuck`s the deal? And uhYou want the fake girl, or you want the real? And uhSixty-four Chevy`s all on D`s, and uhOverdosin to West coast MC`s, and uhAnd you be thinkin you got me but you ain`t got a thangNiggaz claimin they bangin but they don`t really bangSince I {?} opposition position switch the gamePistols whistle while missiles`ll chip a niggaz frame[Chorus][Verse Three]I`m a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted Cadillac dropperTanqueray and vodkaOne-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopperInfrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxersI`ma keep it gangster y`all, fuck what the rest sayKeep a lot of dope and coke, like an eseSo please pay attention, this street shit is seriousMy niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periodsContact your label, bring your best artists-esNigga we started this, verbally retarded shitEntourage rider, we eatin BudweiserThrow away thirty-eight, brand new fo`-fiver[Chorus][Kurupt](The hustlin is hard) Break `em down nigga(It get rougher in my yard) Gotti, nigga what(We say the hustlin is hard) Please let`s roll these suckers(It get rough and get it tough in my yard)[patois speaker ad lib to end]