Robin Thicke, The Game - Hustlin' lyrics

Keep on trying you can never hold me down
You can never hold me down
(you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down
(you can't hold me) c-c-can't hold me

This is dope boy music, American dream
We let them choppers sing like
That little nigga Dream
No auto tune unless I'm tuning out the barrel
Flying through ya borough (red) Camaro
I had 'em shook like Colts on Reggie Bush
With that 4-5 coat hanger
Bang em and let me push
I used to get my ass whooped
For listenin' to Spice 1
On the court, game point, fade away, nice one
Same court where the fiends
Get they white from
Hustle till the night come
Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money


Shooting dice in my white 1's
Roll another seven of the nike
On my white 1's
I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin'
Moms and pops was both gangsters any
Drama I will slump 'em
How the fuck you think I got the name Game
Same way them Lakers got all
Of them fucking rings, hustlin'

Hustlin' championship ring
Hustlin' metaphor street king
Hustlin' drop top, chain swing
Hustlin', hustlin'

My moms worked the graveyard shift
She was bustin' it
But, I was at home, straight hustlin'
I had 2 brothers niggas didn't fuck with 'em
They was like
That's our little brother don't fuck with him
They shot 'em both so
I was like fuck it then
Called up the homies "I'm ready
Nigga jump me in
Hopped in the G-ride, same one the pump be in
I'm bout to do these
Niggas worse then Columbians
And I ain't hoppin' out the car like Tre did
I'm turnin' off the lights and
Pullin' up like "say kid"

Hustlin' championship ring
Hustlin' metaphor street king
Hustlin' drop top, chain swing
Hustlin', hustlin'

It was a cold Day in 1996
Fav bar? Reasonable Doubt over
Before that day
We ain't know shit about hova
He was talking Cristal, and 46 Rovers
But all we knew were 50s and Toyotas
So, we took y'all swag y'all took our rags
The way I see it, it's a fair exchange
Why you mad?
Son, yeah Jay was one of my teachers
Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella but
Couldn't get a feature was like
Being underage and couldn't get a beeper
Missing sales cause the onions still
Stuck in my sneaker
Tucking the street sweeper
Dodgin' the grim reaper
Hit my block after 8 o'clock
I'll make you a believer
We was movin' white kid, the Justin Beiber
Us and homeless shelters no different
We both feed 'em playing John Madden
Smoking all my nigga weed up
Relaxin' with my feet up
Waiting for the re-up

Keep on trying you can never hold me down
You can never hold me down
(you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down
(you can't hold me) c-c-can't hold me

How I sell 10 million and stay 'hood
Somebody holla at me
If I go to jail you nigga ain't
Gone throw a dolla at me
Like my nigga Frogg, threw his Impala at me
Like when I was in the bay and
40 popped his colla at me
That's why when I come through
She look like Halle Berry
I'm in this Game by myself, solitary
Every now and then
You my see me with a couple friends
Same ones that was right there
When I had a couple ends
No fuckin' Benz, no fuckin' house
Just a fuckin' couch
So shut your fuckin' mouth
Before I zip it up, say fuck rap
Fuck Interscope
Take my contract and rip it up
Aftermath's bad boy, like Big and Puff
The giant can't sleep 'cause niggas steady
Tryin' to dig him up
And while you motherfuckers
Waitin' on Toronto
I'm in the 'hood with Pancho
Stackin' Rajon Rondo

Hustlin' championship rings
Hustlin' metaphor street king hustlin'
And while you motherfuckers
Waitin' on Toronto
I'm in the 'hood with Poncho
Stackin' Rajon Rondo keep on trying
You can never hold me down
You can never hold me down
(you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down
(you can't hold me) c-c-can't hold me