Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Hustler, artist - Fred The Godson. Date of issue: 15.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
American Hustler |
| I’m so witty with it |
| I’d like to umm, bring to y’all my man |
| Tyler Woods aka Big Carolina, CITY OF GOD!, aka Young Curtis |
| Shit, I’m too witty with it, y’all |
| (Yeah, it’s how it’s goin' down) let’s get it |
| DJ Drama (oohhh, tell 'em) |
| Fred (Fred), good feel, he got them lines and all |
| You ain’t real, what you rhymin' for? |
| The nines I draw |
| I shot him in that restaurant |
| And left him a fossil, the whole diner saw, hah (woo!) |
| Labels sayin' I’ma sign for sure |
| 'Cause when I flow I appeal to 'em, Tylenol (okay) |
| Nicer than me, you couldn’t find a boy (nah) |
| I got the mic, you Harold Miner, no?! |
| (Nah) |
| Uh, I move strategic |
| Don’t question me unless it’s 'bout some millions, Regis (Regis) |
| I can’t conceited, just gotta see it, I breathe this |
| You nice 'cause you in a good mood, I don’t believe this |
| Tryin' too hard, ha, you make me laugh (hahaha) |
| I flow smoother than a baby’s ass |
| I’m the go to, I’ll coach you, just pay me cash |
| I won’t coach you on the arm, ladies bag |
| Ooohh, I might remind you of a hustler |
| Ooouu, a hustler (hustler) |
| Aah, yeah, I might remind you of a gangsta |
| Ooouu, a gangsta (gangsta) |
| Hah, tell me |
| Flow cash, just somethin' to bank with |
| So them lines I dress it up, banquet (banquet) |
| I tried to dumb it down, just some shit they can’t get |
| They can’t spit (can't spit) |
| Hah, you see my checks get cheese like the W-I-C |
| And make ya hoe tell like the W, I see (hahaha) |
| Hah, I’m a, they |
| With the rock, I keep the fiends high see (see) |
| Makin' 'em nervous, why you spittin' for? |
| (Why?) |
| walk to the service, biddin' war (woo!) |
| New body Tahoe, the block swervin' |
| Since March 9th I never did like them box Suburbans (rest in peace Big) |
| I’m smooth like a finger roll, Gervin (Gervin) |
| I gain weight, but I still got it, Earvin (Earvin) |
| Get it? |
| Now you learnin' |
| Magic, real name Earvin, Tyler sing the sermon |
| Hey, I might remind you of a hustler |
| Ooouu, a hustler (hustler) |
| Aah, yeah, I might remind you of a gangsta |
| Ooouu, a gangsta (gangsta) |
| Hah, tell me |
| I’m too witty with it, really run the city with it |
| Got the semi, you don’t really wanna see me with it (nah) |
| Ten stacks in 20s, I’m obsessed |
| Like Florence, Jeffersons made me a mess, hah (woo!) |
| They say I maybe the best |
| We can play like mother may, you made me upset |
| We can say in the month of May, I made me a Lex |
| Way the fiends touch the base, say I may meet the Mets, yes |
| They front 'til the hammer spray (spray) |
| Black wife beater, come here Anna May (hahahaha) |
| The Desert Easy I got it loaded |
| And I got diabetes so I can’t sugar coat it (nah) |
| Think about the lines The Source should’ve quoted |
| If it sounds like mines, then who you thought done wrote it? |
| (Fred) |
| I help winnin' |
| I rap in a Shaq jersey, I’m self centered |
| Hah, wait a minute |
| Ooohh, I might remind you of a hustler |
| Ooouu, a hustler (hustler) |
| Aah, yeah, I might remind you of a gangsta |
| Ooouu, a gangsta (gangsta) |
| Hah, tell me |
| Oouuu, ahhh, gonna talk about it |