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Hustlin
385
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hustlin was released on August 23, 2005 by P.M.E. as a part of the album What's Really Thizzin?
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Release DateAugust 23, 2005
LabelP.M.E.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rydah J. Klyde
Rydah J. Klyde
Performer
Keak da Sneak
Keak da Sneak
Performer
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rydah J. Klyde
Rydah J. Klyde
Composer

Lyrics

I was playing old school when I rushed you
Touched you, crushed you, knew I couldn't trust you
Oh I'm special on the first night you let me poke
Thugs get lonely, squares get they heart broke
But it's a first time for everything
Second time my bad, third then I can't explain
My body free but my brain in prison
My pops told me brother keep on living cause it's your life
I need a wife not a tramp to toss me
Forgive but never forget anybody that crossed me
The boss of me but I gave you some leeway
Yeah I put you in my mix now I'mma cut like DJ
This ain't a game I'm a grown ass man
Everybody a groupie and my number one fan
If you get what I'm saying
You know I play on the plan cause you play on the plan
Yeah, pay motherfucker to me for a minute
Show you how I do my hustle, my one two thing
I come in the name of that Money Gang Mob
We hustlers, Dolla, Johnny Fastgun I work the heat too
Wasn't a time I couldn't get my grit down without my get down
Posted on the track sonny roaches used to act funny
Now they wanna sit in my shit and play the cockpit
Tug on my two chains, see how my watch fit
Fuck it I'm immune to the game I'm getting change hoe
Still fuck with the same ****, what I gotta change for?
Call me Johnny Fastgun and see I work the heat quick
Plus I got a getaway driver that I can creep with
Stack up my chips scared money don't make none
Sitting on the strip all night until I make some
Move like checkers how I switch my hoes
It's time to jump out the ride watch me lift my doors
And step smooth to the side cause I'm Money Gang Mob
The name's Cash ain't a **** in the world that's fly
I slide with my hat bent, weed in the air
Hell nah I ain't mad, bitch please I'm a player
Now I was glued to the block, she caught a few of my knots
That was about a week of rent, they changed my pistol to socks
But goddamn that little **** wide is wide
Oh that's that **** J. Clyde
They thought I was playing shy but I was playing with 'bout five
Trying to get to ten and hop in that Benz
Today I'm shoe shopping I ain't talking 'bout Timbs
Now on all damn days, 24 inch rims
See the friendship ended when the business started
The closer I got to getting cake the farther we grew apart
And kick rocks little mama kick rocks
Don't make no pit stops when you leave off these blocks
Check me out I like girls who like fast cars and diamond rings
And **** who won't take a little cause they want everything
Hear me sing my song, maybe you should play along
Or sing along or come out the thong
It's me, you, he, she
We go to the top and make it pop
Like you and me and she can go too
Ayy check it, and ain't nothing supposed to be
Written by: Damon S. Smith, Darryl Pittman
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