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kurupt - hustlin' كلمات الأغنية

(feat. big tri & young tone)

(kurupt)
yeah, n-gg-, n-gg-
no disrespect to you east coast
the west coast we got heat too
we gon’ keep it real g’d up
(y.a., tri, lil’ kurupt)

(verse one)
okay, if i don’t make it rappin it’s back to jackin
back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
i’m a rider, dat’s why i got that tat
and a provider, jazz got a lot i ain’t had
i’m a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column
every event, book bag, gat at the bottom
i’m convinced, that my common sense intensify
now i’m convinced it’s, hoppin over fences

(chorus: patois speaker – best guess)
six in de mornin you know they kyan’t find no mo-ney, mo-ney
{?} get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly
it was because i load ‘n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me
because the tussle an’ the hustle an’ it rough and {?} to be me, be me

(kurupt)
pistol’s my specialty, and uh
i’m a gangster, my specialy, and uh
fire i let it fly and toss, and uh
i’m a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh
hey girl, what the f-ck’s the deal? and uh
you want the fake girl, or you want the real? and uh
sixty-four chevy’s all on d’s, and uh
overdosin to west coast mc’s, and uh
and you be thinkin you got me but you ain’t got a thang
n-gg-z claimin they bangin but they don’t really bang
since i {?} opposition position switch the game
pistols whistle while missiles’ll chip a n-gg-z frame

(chorus)

(verse three)
i’m a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted cadillac dropper
tanqueray and vodka
one-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper
infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
i’ma keep it gangster y’all, f-ck what the rest say
keep a lot of dope and c-ke, like an ese
so please pay attention, this street sh-t is serious
my n-gg-z leave you bleedin like b-tches on they periods
contact your label, bring your best artists-es
n-gg- we started this, verbally r-t-rded sh-t
entourage rider, we eatin budweiser
throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo’-fiver

(chorus)

(kurupt)
(the hustlin is hard) break ’em down n-gg-
(it get rougher in my yard) gotti, n-gg- what
(we say the hustlin is hard) please let’s roll these suckers
(it get rough and get it tough in my yard)

(patois speaker ad lib to end)

- kurupt

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