J. Stone, Cuzzy Capone, Nipsey Hussle - On the Floor lyrics
[J. Stone, Cuzzy Capone, Nipsey Hussle - On the Floor lyrics]
Writing songs, for my dawgs, for my squad
From my heart how we won, how we lost
How we came, how we saw
Through it all, ash backs out the roof
Foreign cars in pursuit by the law
Still we reach, for the stars
Oh my god, oh my god so high up, I'm so far
Deja vu, i been here before then come
Back down to Earth need to resist the urge
Still no breaks on this course
Live and die, either or
Go for broke, hustle hard
Leave it all, on the floor, on the floor
West side of Slauson
Grind and make a million
We them hungry niggas in
Between them buildings
Risking everything we got to
Feed our children
My city built up from love but we killed it
Hard times posted with pebbles
And booted with it
I was told the money was there it's
Up to you to get it
Girbaud with the Eddie Bauer no True religion
Ralph Lauren ski jacket with the ruger in it
Quarter back in the block with the game
I wasn't always successful but
Still I made plays
Under pressure I run with the rock
But still I get away
The main focus was living to see another day
Hall of famer in the league but I never play
I left my granny house young
But I should have stayed
Motivated by money I was getting paid
Go-getter from the start nah I never changed
I never changed
I'm against all odds
Niggas getting bodied going against
My squad for real
Down to squad when I hear y'all pop for real
Word to the streets I'm a
Nigga they tried to kill
Cos I was with the extras
War has to have essence
Bang straps with no question
Got cracked with the Wesson
Went back I was stressing
Got out and ran laps and got
My blessings you still guessing
Bitches acting like they know me
Now wanna blow me down
But, if I blow down they won't
Hold me down so fuck 'em
I don't want the honey I just want the money
No ride and hopping like a bunny
When them things is sunny
I put my bro's before these hoes
She can't take it from me
Laughing to the bank but it ain't shit funny
Rich run over royalties we getting money
Infant J Stone, Nip and Cuzzy
From my heart how we won, how we lost
How we came, how we saw
Through it all, ash backs out the roof
Foreign cars in pursuit by the law
Still we reach, for the stars
Oh my god, oh my god so high up, I'm so far
Deja vu, i been here before then come
Back down to Earth need to resist the urge
Still no breaks on this course
Live and die, either or
Go for broke, hustle hard
Leave it all, on the floor, on the floor
West side of Slauson
Grind and make a million
We them hungry niggas in
Between them buildings
Risking everything we got to
Feed our children
My city built up from love but we killed it
Hard times posted with pebbles
And booted with it
I was told the money was there it's
Up to you to get it
Girbaud with the Eddie Bauer no True religion
Ralph Lauren ski jacket with the ruger in it
Quarter back in the block with the game
I wasn't always successful but
Still I made plays
Under pressure I run with the rock
But still I get away
The main focus was living to see another day
Hall of famer in the league but I never play
I left my granny house young
But I should have stayed
Motivated by money I was getting paid
Go-getter from the start nah I never changed
I never changed
I'm against all odds
Niggas getting bodied going against
My squad for real
Down to squad when I hear y'all pop for real
Word to the streets I'm a
Nigga they tried to kill
Cos I was with the extras
War has to have essence
Bang straps with no question
Got cracked with the Wesson
Went back I was stressing
Got out and ran laps and got
My blessings you still guessing
Bitches acting like they know me
Now wanna blow me down
But, if I blow down they won't
Hold me down so fuck 'em
I don't want the honey I just want the money
No ride and hopping like a bunny
When them things is sunny
I put my bro's before these hoes
She can't take it from me
Laughing to the bank but it ain't shit funny
Rich run over royalties we getting money
Infant J Stone, Nip and Cuzzy