Nipsey Hussle - Hussla Hoodsta lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Hussla Hoodsta lyrics]
- This is the time for us to come off of our
Knees and stand up to make
A difference in our communities
- I am not afraid of them, and
I'm trying to instill in my neighbors
There's no need for us to be afraid
- No matter what City Hall says
And promises, people in this community
Still very much intimidated by
The Rolling 60s
One Rolling 60s hangout is just
Outside this grammar school
Where parents are reluctant to
Go on camera talking
About the gang or their fears of it
- You walk down that street? - Nope, I don't
- Why's that? - Um, well
It's too much activities going
On down that street
Look, see, I was
Born in the '80s and raised in the 60s
My pockets were full of 5s
Shoe boxes were full of 50s
Slauson, nigga, come on
Follow and get with me
Sellin' dope for that Rolex chain
And some fresh Dickies
I was duckin' them choppers with burners
In my stash box and
Swallowin' rocks while runnin' from
Them CRASH cops
Nights, I kept it on my hip, the Johnny hot
Shit nights I left it in my dresser
Homies got chipped to be kill or be killed
And I ain't talkin' poetry
If niggas ain't snitchin'
Then how the fuck they know it's me?
Catch me breakin' nine zones down, nigga
That's a quarter ki
And sellin' work to big homies, my older G's
In a luxury set
My chrome thang's gettin' blunted
Fuck it, I'm feeling good
I got two per set of hundred
Money was never nothin' 'cause
These blocks was Rollin'
And the spot stay poppin' 'cause
My rocks was swollen
You know that I'm a hustla, so, you know
I'ma always stay paid
You know that I'm a hoodsta, so, you know
I never turn down a fade
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood
Granny, they still shootin'
I can't get no sleep
And it's too late to change
'cause I'm in too deep
Niggas gon' ride to the shit I'm sayin'
That's on the real
Niggas done died for this shit I'm claimin'
From over here to Western Ave
Yeah we run that
Hop out and bust a nigga head, yeah
I done that
But, I ain't braggin', though, really
It's about capital
And all this goddamn money
Gave me an attitude
No smiles like I'm mad at you
Late night grindin', posted on the BG
Hood homies, the tiny loc and supreme team
Meek Baby, Set Trip, if it's J stone
First to bo, light that kush blunt for X gone
This for my nigga Tiny
Inhead that's fresh home
And Little Chopper facing life, homie
Stay strong
Stay slow, baby, one shot and bolt the facts
The homies is here and Slauson
Where we posted at
You know that I'm a hustla, so, you know
I'ma always stay paid
You know that I'm a hoodsta, so, you know
I never turn down a fade
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood
Knees and stand up to make
A difference in our communities
- I am not afraid of them, and
I'm trying to instill in my neighbors
There's no need for us to be afraid
- No matter what City Hall says
And promises, people in this community
Still very much intimidated by
The Rolling 60s
One Rolling 60s hangout is just
Outside this grammar school
Where parents are reluctant to
Go on camera talking
About the gang or their fears of it
- You walk down that street? - Nope, I don't
- Why's that? - Um, well
It's too much activities going
On down that street
Look, see, I was
Born in the '80s and raised in the 60s
My pockets were full of 5s
Shoe boxes were full of 50s
Slauson, nigga, come on
Follow and get with me
Sellin' dope for that Rolex chain
And some fresh Dickies
I was duckin' them choppers with burners
In my stash box and
Swallowin' rocks while runnin' from
Them CRASH cops
Nights, I kept it on my hip, the Johnny hot
Shit nights I left it in my dresser
Homies got chipped to be kill or be killed
And I ain't talkin' poetry
If niggas ain't snitchin'
Then how the fuck they know it's me?
Catch me breakin' nine zones down, nigga
That's a quarter ki
And sellin' work to big homies, my older G's
In a luxury set
My chrome thang's gettin' blunted
Fuck it, I'm feeling good
I got two per set of hundred
Money was never nothin' 'cause
These blocks was Rollin'
And the spot stay poppin' 'cause
My rocks was swollen
You know that I'm a hustla, so, you know
I'ma always stay paid
You know that I'm a hoodsta, so, you know
I never turn down a fade
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood
Granny, they still shootin'
I can't get no sleep
And it's too late to change
'cause I'm in too deep
Niggas gon' ride to the shit I'm sayin'
That's on the real
Niggas done died for this shit I'm claimin'
From over here to Western Ave
Yeah we run that
Hop out and bust a nigga head, yeah
I done that
But, I ain't braggin', though, really
It's about capital
And all this goddamn money
Gave me an attitude
No smiles like I'm mad at you
Late night grindin', posted on the BG
Hood homies, the tiny loc and supreme team
Meek Baby, Set Trip, if it's J stone
First to bo, light that kush blunt for X gone
This for my nigga Tiny
Inhead that's fresh home
And Little Chopper facing life, homie
Stay strong
Stay slow, baby, one shot and bolt the facts
The homies is here and Slauson
Where we posted at
You know that I'm a hustla, so, you know
I'ma always stay paid
You know that I'm a hoodsta, so, you know
I never turn down a fade
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood
You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla
You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood