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Naughty By Nature - Hang Out And Hustle Şarkı Sözleri
it´s texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory structure capture the raw product i manufacture, fracture critic chatter nigga catcher as i blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight disasters clips i rather gather then flip for what i´m after now and forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled see trouble muzzles when i hang and hustle. booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow, ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow put brains with muscle. hear a crew of guys utilize they skills. bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. flip techniques over boogie bangin´ beats. a street fleet with moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite i´m servin´ dope lyrics holding weight, just like chris webber a warrior from golden state, and i conjure up raps i bet you don´t know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked reginald denny. collects cash n´ checks on a jet to meet the next client as i arrive at l.a.x. i´m up early so i catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection see x again tools ta fry and unified like mexicans but if shit is slow in comin´ a fiend that´s one thing thats when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend. yo black tops i got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next time i swear i´ll sell you flour i got dreams of getting a 98 or a caddy living fatty plus i got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little man they need me and i need ´em i gotta see em and please ´em but first of all clothe & feed ´em so we can see freedom even if i jeopardize my time and life while i´m in this game i´m making sure that mine is right from the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so i like to hang out and hustle wit my friends. well it´s friday night and the weekend´s here. all that partying shit must take a seat to the rear. instead of fuckin´ wit those phony ghetto chicks i´d rather be movin´ my clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. my hands stay full of ash. my fingenails stay dirty that´s from burying my stash. fiends are bummin´, money´s comin´ to say the least, but i´m out there flippin´ clips feeding the belly of the beast. it´s first of the month money´s comin all day all night and too many going for theirs i´m cuttin´ sales off with my bike. now with my niggaz in session we freestyle rhyme. reminiscing moving that shit 20´s of clips at a time. |
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