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Tekst piosenki

[Intro]

Everybody out here wanna be hustlers, man

Buit they dont have any idea what I used to do

I used to do anything imaginable

A nigger like me was scared to go to jail

So I'd use my brain and just think up the most outlandish shit

Shit niggers would never do, I used to get dirty

Now these niggas out here just be out here queer hustling

Man these niggas got it all backwards

I'm gonna show 'em how I used to do it


[Verse 1]

A lotta people wanna knock what we do on my block

But we do what we do cause we ain't got a lot

And you might get shot if your tounges not watched

Casue dudes walk around with hand cannons in their crotch

Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like scotch

With the top notch Bosch that can cook clean rocks

See times is too hard for us to ever go soft

So the doc got me on prescription strength zoloft

So I can deal with the stress and I won't go off

But I'm on top, won't stop 'til the microphone drop

Rollin' four deep in the Cut like, what?

Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get this dough boss

We don't do diamonds cause my dudes ain't show offs

Tryin' to keep it low so we don't see no cops

Wanna blow up, but I don't wanna go pop

Gotta blow up cause I can't let this dough stop


[Hook]

H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)

You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker

Roll not to be broke and have to stroll like a sucker

So pay me what you owe me, and don't play with me homie (x 2)


[Verse 2]

I used to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozen

Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a dollar a sack

Everyday before juinor high I bought a six pack

And sold 'em for a buck a piece down by the track

And I never sold crack, did aluminum cans

Used to get laughed at by you and your mans

But I never let it get, stay true to my plans

I used it all for the studio (Now you understand)

In the grocery store parking lot, like can I help you ma'am?

To the car with those bags, used to run that old drag

For a itty bitty tip, maybe a quarter or more

And when I wasn't doing that I was knocking at your door

Like, "May I speak to the head of the household?"

Then give you the speech on how buying this candys keeping me out the

Streets

Cheap dirt hustles, no glorious tales, but it did keep my black ass from

Going to jail

And I'm a


[Hook]

H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)

You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker

Roll not to be broke and have to stroll like a sucker

So pay me what you owe me, and don't play with me homie (x 2)


[Verse 3]

I can make a dollar out a dime when I hollar out a rhyme

From the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind

Used to dub tapes myself, claim the quality was fine

But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, hella static

But for three plus two, them shits moved like magic

That's five well spent for true hip-hop addicts

And once they're friends heard it, then they all had to have it

So I took it on the road with little to no baggage

Just some draws and casettes, droppin' jaws with my sets

Once they saw the live show they had to take a piece home

Now I'm almost famous, used to be least known

But not to big to walk the streets alone

Stand in front of any venue witha box of cd's

And these kids love me I stay DTE

Down To Earth, and down to merch at any given moment

If there's money on the block, then where am I, Cause I'm a


[Hook]

H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)

You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker

Roll not to be broke and have to stroll like a sucker

So pay me what you owe me, and don't play with me homie (x 2) 

Tłumaczenie