Hussla Hoodsta
(专辑: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 1 - 2008)
This is the
time for us to come off of our knees and stand up to make a
difference in our communities I
am not afraid of them, and I'm trying to instill in my neighbors, there's no need for us to be afraid No matter what City Hall says and promises, people in this community, still very much intimidated by the
Rolling 60s One Rolling 60s hangout is just outside this grammar school, where parents are reluctant to go on camera talking about the
gang or their fears of it You walk down that street? Nope, I
don't Why's that? Um, well, it's too much activities going on down that street Look, see, I
was, born in the
'80s and raised in the
60s My pockets were full of 5s, shoe boxes were full of 50s Slauson, nigga, come on, follow and get with me Selling dope for that Rolex chain and some fresh Dickies I
was ducking them choppers with burners in my stash box and Swallowing rocks while running from them CRASH cops Nights, I
kept it on my hip, the
Johnny hot, shit Nights I
left it in my dresser, homies got chipped To be kill or be killed, and I
ain't talking poetry If niggas ain't snitching, then how the
fuck they know it's me? Catch me breaking nine zones down, nigga, that's a
quarter ki And selling work to big homies, my older G's In a
luxury set, my chrome thang's getting blunted Fuck it, I'm feeling good, I
got two per set of hundred Money was never nothing 'cause these blocks was Rolling And the
spot stay popping 'cause my rocks was swollen You know that I'm a
hustla, so, you know I'ma always stay paid You know that I'm a
hoodsta, so, you know I
never turn down a
fade You know that I'm a
hustla hustla hustla You know that I'm a
hood, hood, hood You know that I'm a
hustla hustla hustla You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood Granny, they still shooting, I
can't get no sleep And it's too late to change 'cause I'm in too deep Niggas gon' ride to the
shit I'm saying, that's on the
real Niggas done died for this shit I'm claiming From over here to Western Ave, yeah we run that Hop out and bust a
nigga head, yeah, I
done that But I
ain't bragging, though, really, it's about capital And all this goddamn money gave me an attitude Smiles like I'm mad at you Late night grinding, posted on the
BG Hood homies, the
tiny loc and supreme team Meek Baby, Set Trip, if it's J. Stone First to bo, light that kush blunt for X
gone This for my nigga Tiny Inhead that's fresh home And Little Chopper facing life, homie, stay strong Stay slow, baby, one shot and bolt the
facts The
homies is here and Slauson where we posted at You know that I'm a
hustla, so, you know I'ma always stay paid You know that I'm a
hoodsta, so, you know I
never turn down a
fade You know that I'm a
hustla hustla hustla You know that I'm a
hood, hood, hood You know that I'm a
hustla hustla hustla You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood