Hustla (New Main Explicit Album Version) - Nappy Roots

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke

Pork rinds and a soda pop

I told a cop I'd beat it lost

At 3 a m they told up "stop"

We got it real real to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the county line

The w**d flyin the golden smilin

Wip it nice an then they sign

Man f**k

How denyin' my damn luck

This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin time

Don't get messy with the Prezzy

A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy

Drunk as hell then hurl the fifth

Back an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin pie

Bust a cop

I'll be damned they took my crop

Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit about a 105

Miles per hour

In the country wit the pudin good an chunky

40 acre mule an donkey

Hell with that just get the money

Got to be that early bird

To grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it

Lord I need it fore the third

Serve anybody Hell naw got to be for sure

Standin on the standard curb

Days begin to bend an blurred

Homegrown bacon

Yeah I'm havin the wage

Tendency of a 50 hit when its about gettin payed

Came along with a ragin theif hidin under the shade

An momma won't quit buggin me about my heathenish ways

Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer

Gotta be a Man on these rolls

Overcomin my fears

Body too quick to gaze with they head on bob

Get dee life is foul but the dirt is hard

Yeah (hustla)

If you play the cards you delt then you stuggle

Got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve

(hustla)

If you play the cards you delt then you stuggle

Got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve

(hustla)

Aint no tenth 35%

Dent in my hub caps sticks in my dove sacks

Fifth till I cuts that

Look my baby husband got to eat some mo

Dough is what Im reachin fo

Money low need some mo

Hustlin these streets alone

Now everyday I work 75

A&R tellin me lies

Fore I die wanna drive big bodies wit bubbla die

Now peep the otha side ova them hills

Rich dude that own them mills

Tha candy sto is open for sale

These junkies gone smoke it to death

Money hos clothes auto-mobiles gold grills

No scrill no deal fifth weel big grill

Wood grain sturnweel weigh it up be still

Lay it on the fish scales

I'm assed out in the back seat of the Pont-i-ac

Got a cup full of Con-i-ac

Quarter out of hunny sacks

Tell me get my money back

Still broke feel like I ain't got sh*t to live fo

So much to kill fo

C'mon this niggas transition

Ain't no use in sittin round wishin

But my hands ichin poppa need a new transmition

Get my grind on

Hustle that bustle to make my grip in any time zone

Bundle that bubble lets make it split

We buy: peices ounces keys w**d Xs Zs

Ni**a please anything you ask fo we got what you need

To these college degrees we applyin to streets

Cause I'm a (hustla)

If you play the cards you delt then you stuggle

Got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve

(hustla)

If you play the cards you delt then you stuggle

Got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve

(hustla)

Hustla Carry many meanings

Whether you a crook in them books

Whether you usin your mind or usin a 9

Bootleg alcohol or runnin the ball

You must get it in You was born a hustla

An you a die a hustla Prophit hit 'em wit it

I pause and refine a mighty floss et cetera

For life in a ballance of it

Lyin an shinin a beddy ro

I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine (I mean)

If I don't crush it then Imma bust the 9

I tell ya dog get on the blocks in over-alls its over y'all

Wit all dem boys stay hot

Said if we blow out finna go a billion time

Ya know me dog neva be a oldie dog

My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw

Dont go trickin 'em all Imma have you bust for all my yiggas

Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all aww

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