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Pharrell Williams

Show You How To Hustle

 

Show You How To Hustle

(album: The Billionaire Boys Club Tape - 2010)


Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
Turn everything up some more
The drums you know, the music and shit

(Holla back)
I'm going for it now
(Holla back)
Yes sir
(Holla back)
Hey, yo

In the heart of a re-up, it's somthing like a G up
MCA fingering that B up or that C up
Fiends creep up with their flesh looking beat up
And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup

He opened up his jacket
I opened up my packet
He pulled out his money
I'm pulling out that honey

He stuff it in his stem soon as he took it from me
Yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny
He lit that shit, he hit that quick as if I was high
I asked him where them bricks at shit

He smiled as if he was paying homage
He said in the back of the apartment
Where they be selling ganja

But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up in that crib with them Uzis and them Sigs

Give up the work or we tying up the kids
Did I get that work, what you think? Yes I did
I didn't actually that wasn't true and
If you aspire to hustle, that's a how to, to you

This that shit make you wanna hustle
Carry square guns shooting metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(well, follow this)

It's incredible how I etch my plans out
To be physically subtle and financially stand out
You should see me stick that big S on my anso
And literally call destructure so no one can touch ya

Teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya
Ice cream ya way on to somebody's magazine cover
So much money that the lid threatens eruption and
The bank says you don't have to call like you're Usher

And I ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody
But I know niggas that kill and stretch work like pilates
Nigga the crack house was literally right beside me
When them fiends hit that shit they kicked just like karate

We named one Bruce lie, one slim Kelly
Who issued too much quicker than Luis rank and M belly
Yeah, I escaped but there's nothing you can tell me
'Cause thought I paper chase, my memories won't fail me

This that shit make you wanna hustle
Carry square guns shooting metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)

In the hood, wake up to the hammer noise
Sound like the work of my jerks the swagger boys
Pull up and them eyes wide open, stack of toys
If your girl want to leave with us that's her choice

The feeling throbbing I got it and popping phenomanal
Nigga signed a million dollar cheque with his pyjamas on
Film it like a porno no need to re-word it
Nigga the enzo just came and I ain't have to jerk it

Yeah, niggas you heard it the perversion of stars
I guess if I go in my garage, it'd be a menage
Niggas can't hate on this like summer in '84
When we high off potato chips

New cript and Florida were the soul core corridors
Yes them babies mine, fuck I need to go on my reefa
Rewire my brain, aspire to attain, tell Jacob
Light on the platinum, keep the fire in the chain

Yikes I mean ice on the motherfucker gleam
I guess if my ice is fire, it leave you niggas stinged
See there's you there's me and there's between
If you remove the between, you see I achieving you dreams

This that shit make you wanna hustle
Carry square guns shooting metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)

Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
Turn everything up some more
The drums you know, the music and shit

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