Текст песни Nappy Roots - Hustla, слова песни Nappy Roots

Текст песни Nappy Roots - Hustla

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Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spokePork rinds and a soda popI told a cop I`d beat it, lostAt 3 a.m., they told up "stop"We got it real real, to the topA G like 30 feet away from the county lineThe weed flyin, the golden smilinWip it nice an then they signMan, fuckHow denyin` my damn luck,This ain`t no find if we get stuck I`m doin timeDon`t get messy with the PrezzyA quarter pound ain`t worth the rizzyDrunk as hell, then hurl the fifthBack an forth we swerve and dipPumpkin pieBust a copI`ll be damned, they took my cropShook `em wit that lead foot an hit about a hunid fi (105)Miles per hourIn the country wit the pudin, good an chunky40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the moneyGot to be that early birdTo grind an get what I deserveQuick to burn an an can`t mesquite itLord I need it fore the thirdServe anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sureStandin on the standard curbDays begin to bend an blurredHomegrown baconYeah, I`m havin the wageTendency of a 50 hit, when its about gettin payedCame along with a ragin theif hidin under the shadeAn momma won`t quit buggin me about my heathenish waysNow I`ve wasted more tears then my mouth cold beerGotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin my fearsBody too quick to gaze, with they head on bobGet dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah! (hustla)Chorus:If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)Aint no tenth, 35%Dent in my hub caps, sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts thatLook, my baby husband got to eat some moDough is what Im reachin foMoney low, need some moHustlin these streets aloneNow everyday I work, 75A&R tellin me liesFore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit bubbla dieNow peep the otha side, ova them hillsRich dude that own them millsTha candy sto is open for saleThese junkies gone smoke it to deathMoney, hos, clothes, auto-mobiles, gold grillsno scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grillwood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be stilllay it on the fish scalesI`m assed out in the back seat of the Pont-i-acGot a cup full of Con-i-acQuarter out of hunny sacksTell me get my money backStill broke, feel like I ain`t got shit to live foSo much to kill foC`mon, this niggas transition, ain`t no use in sittin round wishinBut my hands ichin, poppa need a new transmitionGet my grind on, hustle that bustle to make my grip in any time zoneBundle that bubble, lets make it splitWe buy: peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zsnigga, please, anything you ask fo, we got what you needTo these college degrees we applyin to streets, cause I`m a (hustla)Chorus:If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)[spoken]Hustla. Carry many meanings..Whether you a crook in them bookswhether you usin your mind or usin a 9bootleg alcohol, or runnin the ballyou must get it in. You was born a hustlaan you a die a hustla. Prophit, hit `em wit it[/spoken]I pause and refine a mighty floss, et ceteraFor life in a ballance, of itLyin an shinin a beddy roI gotta be worse than a hust fa mine (I mean)If I don`t crush it then Imma bust the 9I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, its over y`allWit all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion timeYa know me dog, neva be a oldie dogMy state of mind`s on the grind like a eighths of rawDont go trickin `em all, Imma have you bust for all my yiggasLive for the days so we can hustle `em all, aww!What? What? What? Aw! Aww!

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