Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hang Out and Hustle, artist - Naughty By Nature. Date of issue: 02.01.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hang Out and Hustle |
| The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K |
| It’s texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure |
| clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory |
| structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter |
| nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight |
| disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I’m after now and |
| forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches, |
| bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle. |
| Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick |
| Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. |
| Hear a crew of guys utilize they |
| skills. |
| Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. |
| Flip techniques |
| over |
| boogie bangin’beats. |
| A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I’m servin’dope lyrics holding weight, just like |
| Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet |
| you |
| don’t know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald |
| Denny. |
| Collects cash n’checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at |
| I’m up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips |
| in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked |
| wit |
| protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit |
| is slow in comin’a fiend that’s one thing thats when you see twenty |
| niggas running to one fiend. |
| Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next |
| time I swear I’ll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy |
| living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little |
| man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first |
| of all clothe &feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time |
| and life while I’m in this game I’m making sure that mine is right from |
| the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out |
| and |
| hustle wit my friends. |
| Well it’s Friday night and the weekend’s here. |
| All that partying shit |
| must take a seat to the rear. |
| Instead of fuckin’wit those phony ghetto chicks I’d rather be movin’my |
| clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. |
| My hands stay |
| full of ash. |
| My fingenails stay dirty that’s from burying my stash. |
| Fiends are bummin', money’s comin’to say the least, but I’m out there |
| flippin’clips feeding the belly of the beast. |
| It’s first of the month |
| money’s comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I’m |
| cuttin' |
| sales off with my bike. |
| Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle |
| rhyme. |
| Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time. |