Lyrics Hustle - E-40, R. City, Turf Talk

Hustle

I, I live and sleep on these streets
Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see, we gotta eat
So when people ask me why, why don’t ever I slow down?
Oh, I just simply reply, I don’t really know how!
So I, hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain’t easy)
So I hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain’t easy)
Money and muscle
I gotta black belt in hustling
I’m doing my thang
Chain around my neck look like a playground swing!
Unit mover, pockets fat like Rasputia
Ask your chick, I got oil on my tongue
Pimp, I talk real slick, where the real ones go
They don’t make them like me no more!
Hustler, I’ma whole 'nother animal
I’ma whole 'nother animal, I’ma whole 'nother beast
I can never switch up, I’m cut from the streets!
Papered up like a fax
I’m rare like white running backs
I’m getting my Gouda
I’ma be the first hustler to set up shop on Jupiter!
Let me introduce myself, homeboy
Any MC I will destroy
West, West, West Coast boy
Speakers in the trunk keep making noise!
I’m so fly, I’m that guy
28 inches sitting high
I’m a star, what you thought?
Everywhere I go, they snap shots!
Everywhere I go, they know Turf
Medallions jiggling off my shirt
C-notes keep falling out my jeans
Benjamin Frank, George Washing-teens
Gotta keep pushing, pushing weight
Filet mignon steak on my plate
Staring in my rear view can’t slow down
If getting money is wrong, arrest me now!
They ask me, «What you’re doing bro?»
I say that I hustle everyday
My men don’t sleep, we always up
Cause we can’t live off minimum wage!
Middle finger to the other side
I know that I just want to get paid
When you hear this one go and turn it up
From Virgin Islands out to the Bay!