E-40, Too Short, WC - Keep Hustlin’ lyrics
[E-40, Too Short, WC - Keep Hustlin’ lyrics]
Ooh-O-o-o oohhhhhh!
Beyooooooooooooooooootch! Huh ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
Whassupish weebelations?
$hort Dawg, we all hogs
Ain't nuttin nigga
It's that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch!
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid
For spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim
With a million dollar dream
Of swervin 740 Beem's and count
G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites
Seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name
Motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
Smokin dank and drankin
Jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin cd slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No
Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game
Now I'm steady bustin
Dub C
Hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine
Yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin droppin keys
Funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play
It all night long
Keep on hustlin on and on
Check it out Dub C? The below? System
Got ya ninjas dang near ready to
Put hands on? Pga any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for
Turnin off my lights and gas
Low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next
Door to take a bath
Ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the
Police department homicide division
Wanna holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama
She's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin
Bout "He got bread
He on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a
Dick's dream how can I focus
(hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve
Eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be
Up and coming rappers thinkin cute
Knowin that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P k a charlie Hustle
Knockin though
Knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much
So in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and cd's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics
Paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage
Get your marbles main
Get your paper glorify your paper route
Yeah
I'm comin from a fashion show
With a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggas from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high
What you passin foe?
Top notch on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that
I did when I was broke
My best customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name
You can't complain
I always been about the business
I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth
Tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so
I came to this conclusion
$hort Dawg, you know we players main
Get your money nigga
E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch
Dub C!
Nya! Nya!
You know I'm takin mine nya!
Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh
Erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route
Nonstop -- you know?
Beyotch
Beyooooooooooooooooootch! Huh ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
Whassupish weebelations?
$hort Dawg, we all hogs
Ain't nuttin nigga
It's that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch!
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid
For spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim
With a million dollar dream
Of swervin 740 Beem's and count
G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites
Seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name
Motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
Smokin dank and drankin
Jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin cd slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No
Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game
Now I'm steady bustin
Dub C
Hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine
Yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin droppin keys
Funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play
It all night long
Keep on hustlin on and on
Check it out Dub C? The below? System
Got ya ninjas dang near ready to
Put hands on? Pga any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for
Turnin off my lights and gas
Low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next
Door to take a bath
Ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the
Police department homicide division
Wanna holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama
She's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin
Bout "He got bread
He on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a
Dick's dream how can I focus
(hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve
Eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be
Up and coming rappers thinkin cute
Knowin that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P k a charlie Hustle
Knockin though
Knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much
So in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and cd's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics
Paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage
Get your marbles main
Get your paper glorify your paper route
Yeah
I'm comin from a fashion show
With a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggas from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high
What you passin foe?
Top notch on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that
I did when I was broke
My best customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name
You can't complain
I always been about the business
I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth
Tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so
I came to this conclusion
$hort Dawg, you know we players main
Get your money nigga
E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch
Dub C!
Nya! Nya!
You know I'm takin mine nya!
Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh
Erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route
Nonstop -- you know?
Beyotch