Brock Human, Webbie - How Hustlers Do It lyrics
[Brock Human, Webbie - How Hustlers Do It lyrics]
Bounce, Paul Wall let's see if we
Can make these hoes bounce
Keke what's up nigga
(The Day Hell Broke Loose part 1, 2, 3)
Now I been looking around
I see some pretty lil' thangs out
This all making sense
Thats' the reason why I came out big fine
Make you wanna squeeze letting it hang out
Addictive and deceivers
One of these I'ma bring out
Meet me at the bar
I don't like the way they treat me at the bar
So I snuck a couple gallons, out the car
Oh boy this bitch thick
You know we like the times when it's thick
Me and the click get the shine
On all bitches big fat diamond chain
Know I'm blinding those bitches
Work that big fat thang
Wish she had mo' titties
But she got enough bank
To take the snack so I ain't tripping
I was hitting she was licking Paul Wall
That's pimping
Told her might as well keep your drawas off
Cause all niggas all right down the hall
And bout doing some'ing with ya
From the artist to record em mayn
The whole trio hit her then she hollered
I ain't never fucked this many real niggas
This how them hustlers do it
I prolly creep with em I don't love em
I don't smoke and I don't lean with em
Yeah y'all nothing but tens
If I'm seen with em it don't take that much
For me to lean with em
And money raining, look I'm staying
Whatever in here
She ain't doing no complaining
Money raining, look I'm staying
Whatever in here
She ain't doing no complaining
Straight to the bar, for a shot of Patrone
If I wink and she blink, garunteed it's on
This pimping over here, baby play no game
With them shorts in your ass
You lil' nasty thang
Hey after the club, it's the hotel lobby
The Don is the truth, not a carbon copy
She drunk and sloppy, and full of them beans
My team is kushed out
And we full of that lean
Pull out the magnum, I'm tightly strapped
It was straight to the slab
With her head in my lap
I'm high as a moon, candy maroon
84's and butter rolls, so nigga stay tuned
A playa for real
They see the stacks I'm gaining
This Swishahouse trick
And the money is raining
California king, I keep three in the bed
I was getting some head
Get-getting some head
I ain't Mannie, but I'm fresh
Got a house full of swishas
Mayn I'm rolling up the best
Know I'm tal'n bout a lil' bit of that kush
Just to give me that push
Paint wet like rain, boy them hoes gon look
Slim frame, T farris got my paper large
Fame and your gal, I'm on her IPOD
I been shining, and I ain't lying
Head to the Harlem Nights, money flying
Ran with whole some'ing screwed
If you ain't know
Different color flavors in my chain
Taste the rainbow it's real talk
Let me show you what the hood like
Fate similar that you'll, taste the good life
Different hoes, different reasons
Yeah, I hustle all year
So I'm balling all season
Purple rain, got me leaning
You on the sideline talking
But, I got the hoes leaving
Can make these hoes bounce
Keke what's up nigga
(The Day Hell Broke Loose part 1, 2, 3)
Now I been looking around
I see some pretty lil' thangs out
This all making sense
Thats' the reason why I came out big fine
Make you wanna squeeze letting it hang out
Addictive and deceivers
One of these I'ma bring out
Meet me at the bar
I don't like the way they treat me at the bar
So I snuck a couple gallons, out the car
Oh boy this bitch thick
You know we like the times when it's thick
Me and the click get the shine
On all bitches big fat diamond chain
Know I'm blinding those bitches
Work that big fat thang
Wish she had mo' titties
But she got enough bank
To take the snack so I ain't tripping
I was hitting she was licking Paul Wall
That's pimping
Told her might as well keep your drawas off
Cause all niggas all right down the hall
And bout doing some'ing with ya
From the artist to record em mayn
The whole trio hit her then she hollered
I ain't never fucked this many real niggas
This how them hustlers do it
I prolly creep with em I don't love em
I don't smoke and I don't lean with em
Yeah y'all nothing but tens
If I'm seen with em it don't take that much
For me to lean with em
And money raining, look I'm staying
Whatever in here
She ain't doing no complaining
Money raining, look I'm staying
Whatever in here
She ain't doing no complaining
Straight to the bar, for a shot of Patrone
If I wink and she blink, garunteed it's on
This pimping over here, baby play no game
With them shorts in your ass
You lil' nasty thang
Hey after the club, it's the hotel lobby
The Don is the truth, not a carbon copy
She drunk and sloppy, and full of them beans
My team is kushed out
And we full of that lean
Pull out the magnum, I'm tightly strapped
It was straight to the slab
With her head in my lap
I'm high as a moon, candy maroon
84's and butter rolls, so nigga stay tuned
A playa for real
They see the stacks I'm gaining
This Swishahouse trick
And the money is raining
California king, I keep three in the bed
I was getting some head
Get-getting some head
I ain't Mannie, but I'm fresh
Got a house full of swishas
Mayn I'm rolling up the best
Know I'm tal'n bout a lil' bit of that kush
Just to give me that push
Paint wet like rain, boy them hoes gon look
Slim frame, T farris got my paper large
Fame and your gal, I'm on her IPOD
I been shining, and I ain't lying
Head to the Harlem Nights, money flying
Ran with whole some'ing screwed
If you ain't know
Different color flavors in my chain
Taste the rainbow it's real talk
Let me show you what the hood like
Fate similar that you'll, taste the good life
Different hoes, different reasons
Yeah, I hustle all year
So I'm balling all season
Purple rain, got me leaning
You on the sideline talking
But, I got the hoes leaving