Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustle Game, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Date of issue: 08.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustle Game |
| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up |
| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us |
| We be everywhere we street famous, famous |
| So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper |
| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up |
| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us |
| We be everywhere we street famous, famous |
| Say! |
| I’m a trill ass nigga, wait let me define |
| I’m down for my issue with that bread on my mine |
| I’m built for that big boy shit like Depends |
| And outside of the fam, we ain’t got no friends |
| I got a couple priors a couple pendin |
| We know you ain’t a gangsta ho so stop pretendin |
| I checked your resume it don’t compute |
| If ya bought this and sold that where’s ya loot? |
| I know you don’t wanna compare ya hustle game with me |
| Your cards two years old and your chain is three |
| Bitch you can’t hang with me, and it’s plain as day |
| Your niggas ain’t got it in 'em then swing this way |
| Your reputation is built on bullshit |
| So the four fifth I pull quick and give you the full clip |
| I didn’t want to but I had to do it |
| Since I did it for the hood I was glad to do it, nigga!!! |
| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up |
| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us |
| We be everywhere we street famous, famous |
| So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper |
| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up |
| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us |
| We be everywhere we street famous, famous |
| Look! |
| I’m trill young savage I’m the youngest of the fam |
| Bad bitch long hair good weed in the air |
| Got a ounce of that kush no seeds up in there |
| Virgin bitch tight puss had to squeeze up in there |
| When a nigga hit the do' you know it G’s up in here |
| It got cold all the pussy niggas freeze up in here |
| Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here |
| Four G’s see we all blow trees we don’t care |
| Mac 10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here |
| Make a motherfucker sit they ass down somewhere |
| Had some niggas outside waitin 'round somewhere |
| Headline on channel nine you got found somewhere |
| I’m a laugh my ass off blowin a pund somewhere |
| With two big flippers and some gowns and some slippers |
| Hot metal like the weather more clips than the Clippers |
| Savage Life in stores now 'gon get it nigga |
| SO!!! |
| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up |
| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us |
| We be everywhere we street famous, famous |
| So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper |
| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up |
| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us |
| We be everywhere we street famous, famous |
| Look! |
| Some say I talk alot of shit well I was raised wrong |
| Coke dealers who got tired of bein broke niggas |
| I’m walkin outside with the four five yeah! |
| I can’t be scared drinkin purple to the head |
| Permit the scene yeah we leanin in that boot nigga |
| Heroin got niggas gone so we shoot quicker |
| They call us country cause we thuggin in a small county |
| City folk they ain’t grateul for their good surroundings |
| I run that shit that make the real nigga stand up |
| It’s Boosie Bad Azz trap like and what! |
| Asylum signed me, now a nigga find me |
| On B.E.T. |
| with W-E-E-D |
| I.E. |
| Ninety eight, I’m an underground hard hitter |
| How you spit how you spit it? |
| God nigga |
| Kay Slay I’m underrated and I promise you |
| I’m fittin to hit the rap game and this what I’m a do |
| Fuck I don’t love like Rosa Parks hit the bus |
| Niggas in the south spittin but them niggas ain’t us (THEY AIN’T US!!!) |
| We drank tusk, smoke purp with the DipSet |
| Grip teks, and hit niggas in they flippin neck |
| All I want is my respect, I ain’t 'gon say nothin else |
| I’m a let the case rest Boosie Bad Azz!!! |