They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz Made it rain
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Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire Uh, yeah, you know This that dope boy shit, nigga Ya smell me, fuck wit ya Your reign
Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster Live life vulgar, the FBI posters The fast cars pack guns no holsters We act dumb don't approach us We
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit 20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes NYC here we
We back We still on the streets Rap game is now the crack game Watch out for them rap police The rap police is on my ass, searchin' for the rest I'm
This is 9 Tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drought all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend We fittin'
m so so bad It's the last dance, the last dance It's the last dance, the last dance It's the last dance, the last dance tonight Do the Hustle Bring
[Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / October 1999] Shining upon their chests The silver seal The blood-red penitents Towards our land From my window I can guess
nothing to lose But the black man taught me how to sing the blues Made a little life outta rock ?n? roll And that crazy California hustle and flow Take
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I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler
don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler
is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin is there any money out ther for me u just listen 2 this hustler's story
to lose But the black man taught me how to sing the blues Made a little life outta rock ?n? roll And that crazy California hustle and flow Take me down
My legs were made of wood You kept the ground real warm You kept my spirits up When they were gone But I'm a half made man A shelter from the storm You