Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Knock The Hustle, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 17.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Knock The Hustle |
| Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z,\nYeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y’all\nBounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y’all\nCheck, check\nYo, I’m makin' short term goals, when the weather folds\nJust put away the leathers and put ice on the gold\nChilly with enough bail money to Free a big Willy\nHigh stakes, I got more at stake than Philly\nShoppin' sprees, copin' three\nDeuce fever, IS’s fully loaded, hehe, yes\nBouncin' in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like buddha\n50 G’s to the crap shooter, niggaz can’t fade me\nChrome socks beamin' through my peripheral I see ya schemin'\nStop dreamin', I leave your body steamin'\nNiggaz is fiendin', what’s the meanin'?\nI’m leanin' on any nigga intervenin'\nWith the sound of my money machine-in'\nMy cup runneth over with hundreds\nI’m one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin'\nY’all niggas don’t want it, I got the Godfather flow\nThe Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don’t get it fucked up\nI’m takin' out this time\nTo give you a piece of my mind\n'Cause you can’t knock the hustle\nWho do you think you are?\nBaby, one day you’ll be a star\nLast seen out of state where I drop my slang\nI’m deep in the South kickin' up top game\nBouncin' on the highway, switchin' fo' lanes\nScreamin' through the sunroof 'Money Ain’t A Thang'\nYour worst fear confirmed\nMe and my fam' roll tight like The Firm\nGettin' down for life, that’s right, you better learn\nWhy play with fire, burn?\nWe get together like a choir to acquire what we desire\nWe do dirt like worms, produce G’s like sperm\n'Til legs spread like germs\nI got extensive hoes with expensive clothes\nAnd I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows\nWhat y’all don’t know?\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n'Cause you can’t knock the hustle\nBut until the late thang, I’m the one who’s crazy\n'Cause that’s the way you’re makin' me feel\n'Cause you can’t knock the hustle\nI’m just tryin' to get mine, I don’t have the time\nTo knock the hustle for real\nYo, y’all niggaz lunchin', punchin' the clock\nMy function is to make much and lay back munchin'\nSippin' Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin' to watch\nNothin' to stop, unstoppable\nScheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew\nI gotta let you niggaz know the time like Movado\nMy motto 'Stack rocks like Colorado'\nAuto off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle\nIt’s a damn shame what you’re not though, who? Me\nSlick like a gato, fuckin' Jay-Z\nMy pops knew exactly what he did when he made me\nTried to get a nut and he got a nut and what\nStraight bananas, can a nigga see me?\nGot the US Open, advantage Jigga\nServe like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus\nLe Tigre, son, you’re too eager\nYou ain’t havin' it? Good, me either\nLet’s, get together and make this whole world believe us, huh?\nAt my arrangement, screamin'\nAll us blacks got is sports and entertainment\nUntil we even, thievin' as long as I’m breathin'\nCan’t knock the way a nigga eatin', fuck you even\nI’m takin' out this time\nTo give you a piece of my mind\nWho do you think you are?\nBaby, one day you’ll be a star\nBut until the late thang, I’m the one who’s crazy\n'Cause that’s the way you’re makin' me feel\nI’m just tryin' to get mine, I don’t have the time\nTo knock the hustle for real\nRoc-A-Fella, y’all and we rule shit\nRoc-A-Fella, y’all\nFor you can’t knock the hustle |