Hustle Testo
Testo Hustle
Featuring Paul Wall
(Verse)
Rolling with the top down, no peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to climb
Let me gum, turn the bass up, turn it up!
Hold it, that Glock 9, in case a hater run up
Cold and I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts!
I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor,
It's just me it’s just me in that throwed up These bouts strolling, I stop and poking,
But I'm trying to get that dough ho
Riding dirty, ain't no hobo, it's just me strapped up like a go pro
And I’m one deep, Han Solo
Law’s trying to capture me like a photo! Hustle!
All I need is two cups of drink
With the system crank and a 50 thing
See me pulling planks in my candy paint
Put bars around me in crowds
Both times when I hit the breaks,
My hustle skills you can't debate
Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
Till I'm beating up in them clouds
Getting to the cake man fuck your fake
Riding out of state with a Texas plate
Speakers in the back beat like an 8
4-15, rock up, five skate
Prowling like a snake, boys gonna hate
But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
Say the bullshit, I ain't got a cake Ball I got till I am in the grave
Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
(Hook x2)
I get er pushing it away, 9 to 5 – I could do it all day
Boy you know I gotta hustle!
But when the mob I kindom walk from outer space
Gotta beam em up, got an universe on hustle!
Had a premonition of me in the front seat
The 20-13, boy we gotta hustle!
We gotta, we gotta hustle, hustle!
You wanna go follow your dream then!
Hustle, hustle!
(Verse)
Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe in the people that I was put in front of
And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation
To put me in the position to maybe someday break out of a small town
I guess I fell for the oky doke
I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey pokey game
To see lames and other folks who thought joke was being played on me
Oh, the story goes again!
Here we go again, all I getting frown while the motherfucker's grin
I can get the sound of the gate closing in
And knocking for the breeze of the hate blowing in
Cause they're gone, wanna go sightseeing
Up in the Chevy and ride for a little while
Then they come and wanna drive,
Even make a turn of approach you ain’t familiar with
Enough with the pay for the gas for a little bit then
But fuck it, you know what? You got a best friend
But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
Should have heard we when they said both for real
If you chill then you’ll find another one just like him
But it's hard as a mother fucker to say no
When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
And everything that he's saying, he's saying to pay close attention
So you put your hands low!
Palms, out, opened, hoping
And you can even see that engine smoking
Plus all the money that he gave you, owe him
Rearview mirrors, all of them broken
Black boys, white boys, just a token for the slot machine
And they get really notion
Scheming and scoping, the animal inside
The cannibal chose him, me!
I feel for another man's hustle!
(Hook x2)
I get er pushing it away, 9 to 5 – I could do it all day
Boy you know I gotta hustle!
But when the mob I kindom walk from outer space
Gotta beam em up, got an universe on hustle!
Had a premonition of me in the front seat
The 20-13, boy we gotta hustle!
We gotta, we gotta hustle, hustle!
You wanna go follow your dream then!
Hustle, hustle!
(Verse)
Rolling with the top down, no peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to climb
Let me gum, turn the bass up, turn it up!
Hold it, that Glock 9, in case a hater run up
Cold and I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts!
I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor,
It's just me it’s just me in that throwed up These bouts strolling, I stop and poking,
But I'm trying to get that dough ho
Riding dirty, ain't no hobo, it's just me strapped up like a go pro
And I’m one deep, Han Solo
Law’s trying to capture me like a photo! Hustle!
All I need is two cups of drink
With the system crank and a 50 thing
See me pulling planks in my candy paint
Put bars around me in crowds
Both times when I hit the breaks,
My hustle skills you can't debate
Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
Till I'm beating up in them clouds
Getting to the cake man fuck your fake
Riding out of state with a Texas plate
Speakers in the back beat like an 8
4-15, rock up, five skate
Prowling like a snake, boys gonna hate
But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
Say the bullshit, I ain't got a cake Ball I got till I am in the grave
Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
(Hook x2)
I get er pushing it away, 9 to 5 – I could do it all day
Boy you know I gotta hustle!
But when the mob I kindom walk from outer space
Gotta beam em up, got an universe on hustle!
Had a premonition of me in the front seat
The 20-13, boy we gotta hustle!
We gotta, we gotta hustle, hustle!
You wanna go follow your dream then!
Hustle, hustle!
(Verse)
Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe in the people that I was put in front of
And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation
To put me in the position to maybe someday break out of a small town
I guess I fell for the oky doke
I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey pokey game
To see lames and other folks who thought joke was being played on me
Oh, the story goes again!
Here we go again, all I getting frown while the motherfucker's grin
I can get the sound of the gate closing in
And knocking for the breeze of the hate blowing in
Cause they're gone, wanna go sightseeing
Up in the Chevy and ride for a little while
Then they come and wanna drive,
Even make a turn of approach you ain’t familiar with
Enough with the pay for the gas for a little bit then
But fuck it, you know what? You got a best friend
But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
Should have heard we when they said both for real
If you chill then you’ll find another one just like him
But it's hard as a mother fucker to say no
When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
And everything that he's saying, he's saying to pay close attention
So you put your hands low!
Palms, out, opened, hoping
And you can even see that engine smoking
Plus all the money that he gave you, owe him
Rearview mirrors, all of them broken
Black boys, white boys, just a token for the slot machine
And they get really notion
Scheming and scoping, the animal inside
The cannibal chose him, me!
I feel for another man's hustle!
(Hook x2)
I get er pushing it away, 9 to 5 – I could do it all day
Boy you know I gotta hustle!
But when the mob I kindom walk from outer space
Gotta beam em up, got an universe on hustle!
Had a premonition of me in the front seat
The 20-13, boy we gotta hustle!
We gotta, we gotta hustle, hustle!
You wanna go follow your dream then!
Hustle, hustle!
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