Hustlin
(专辑: Dedication 2: Gangsta Grillz - 2006)
Dramatic, nigga! Haha! Shout-out my nigga, Rick Ross! Shout to Slip-N-Slide! Khaled! (My nigga, DJ Khaled!) Yeah! Dedication 2! (That's right!) Drama! I... see you! I'm so dedicated right now! Fee, baby! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) Hot Spitta! Mack Maine! Twenty-four-seven! Po, baby! E-I-E-I-O! D2! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) Yeah, now what they do? You know it's Weezy F. the
fucking boss Inside the
Phantom bitch so big I
probably get lost (Ill!) How bout that exhaust, and my Funky Cold Medina I
make that ho tip toe like a
ballerina I'm the
Miami fever, in that Miami Heat Hop in that Miami water, I'm like a
Florida Marlin But I
come from New Orleans, nigga, we're still strong And my money real long, real real real long And this' my thirteenth year, bitch, I'm still going So my money real long, real, real, real long Nigga that steel on, red beam safety off Murder scene, tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce Niggas say they're paper boys, bitch, I
be with caper boys I
say we be burning bodies, we don't be burning cars And I
got a
bitch with me, call her "Miss Without-Drawers" And I'm at the
bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdrawals" Everyday I'm hustling (yeah), everyday I'm hustling (yeah) Everyday I'm hustling, everyday I'm, everyday I'm Everyday I'm hustling, hu-hustling, hustling, hustling Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard If you want it I'mma bring it let Diana Ross sing it I'mma pull it I'mma bang it that's that Nina Ross singing I
be way in Opa-Locka with that Rick Ross banging If you try me, I
reverse you, now you Kris Kross-swanging, yeah Whip soft top seats soft leather feet prop Heat cocked, something on my neck look like a
peacock You need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' 'cause we pop Like thousand-dollar bottles of that Chris Rock Bitch stop tripping I
been hot, when not I
been threw away what they just got And niggas talk shit but when I
see 'em their lips lock Bitch bop, know I
got that ooh wop grip lock, get shot Bitch I
bet I'm hustling when you nigga not Bigger appetite, bigger pot; eat! Everyday I'm hustling (yeah!), everyday I'm hustling (Weezy!) Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard Call it what you want, but baby, just don't call the
cops Let 'em chase that drop, I'mma chase that guap Yeah, racetrack jacket with the
racetrack locs Yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke (Gangster!) I'mma crack that egg open, beat that yolk Let it soak let it soak watch it come back bulk, yeah Then I
hit the
streets up and talk that talk Let it float, let it float, never come back broke, naw Run that shit, I'm Cash Money's bread and butter, no sugar Bring me all the
beef, I'm the
motherfucking pressure cooker Yeah, yeah, I
could change the
weather for you Lose your ass, the
neighbors tell 'em that they never saw you Close your mouth, it be better for you All that snitching like the
cops got a
medal for you, ha! I'mma hustler, got work hoes and metal for you When you think you're ready, I'll be ready for you, bitch! Shout-out to the
305! (Yeah! Dedication 2!) Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it, real hard Philly and Miami! They got the
official! Huh? I
thought I
told them niggas Shout-out to MixUnit!