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

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

(Hustlin', hustlin')
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Gonna blow your eardrum
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Put your battery in your hearing aid
Put some battery in it
Just listen
(Hustlin', hustlin')
I was playing nose guard when I rushed you
Touched you, crushed you, knew I couldn't trust you
Oh, I was special, on the first night you let me poke
Thugs get lonely, squares get they heart broke
But it's a first time for everythang
Second time, my bad, third, man, I can't explain
My body free but my brain in prison
My pops told me "Brotha, keep on living cause it's yo life"
I need a wife, not a tramp to toss me
Forgive but never forget anybody that crossed me
The boss me, but I gave you some leeway
Yeah, I put you in my mix, now I'ma cut like DJs
This ain't a game, I'm a grown ass man
And everybody a groupie and my number one fan
If you yadada-I'm-sayin'
Never foul the plan (Never foul the plan)
Yeah, that muthafucka me for a minute
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Show you how I do my hustle, my one two thang
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Ayy, I come in the name of that Money Gang mob
(Hustlin', hustlin')
We hustlas
Dolla, Johnny Tha Fast Gunna, I work the heat too
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Ayy, ayy
Wasn't a time I couldn't get my grit down without my get down
Posted on the track, sunny 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 gettin' changed, ho
Still fuck with the same ****, what I gotta change fo
Call me Johnny Fast Gunna, see I work the heat quick
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Plus I got a getaway driver that I could 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 Ca$h, 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 playa
Hustlin', hustlin'
N-N-Now I was glued to the block, she caught a view of my knots
(Hustlin', hustlin')
That was about a week of rent, they changed my tennis shoes to socks
But goddamn, that little **** Clyde is wide
Oh, that's that **** J. Clyde
They thought I was playing shy, but I was playing with bout five
Tryna get to ten and hop in that Benz
Today I'm shoe shopping and I ain't talkin' bout Timbs
Now on all damn Daytons, 24 inch rims
See the friendship ended when the bidness started
The closer I got to getting cake, the farther we grew, we parted
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Well, kick rocks, lil 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
Me, you and she
(Hustlin', hustlin')
We gon move the top and make it pop
Ayy, you and me and she can go too
Ayy, J. the name you supposed to know
Hustlin', hustlin'
Hustlin', hustlin'
Hustlin', hustlin'
Written by: Rydah J. Klyde

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