| Yeah, it’s one of them Slauson Boy hits
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| Y’all already know what this is, y’am’sayin'
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| Neighborhood Nip Hussle, Hoodsta Rob in this muthafucka
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| Ay Rob, ay my nigga, I think they want somethin' to bang to
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| I think they want somethin' to ride to, my nigga
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| You know, that get right music out there, it’s only right, homie
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| Ay, you gon' go first or I’ma go first?
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| Alright, holla at these niggas, yeah
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| I’m a hustla, hustla, baby, what it do
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| Yeah, I always pop tags, yeah, I’m always brand new
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| Maybachs that’s burnt blue, honey water for shoes
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| Women holler for dude, they sayin' he’s the most improved
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| What, they mad, because he been in, musta thought I would lose
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| Thought the ho wouldn’t choose my pimp, probably stayed on cruise
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| Now what I’m lookin' like not ballin' here, plenty broads callin' here
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| Niggas rentin' space for some months, they pay us all year
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| Let’s get this clear here: I don’t fear nobody
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| Especially if he soundin' body -- better ask somebody
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| Slauson Boyz, we run the party -- bottles here for everybody
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| Crenshaw, Crenshaw, yeah yeah, homie
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy, yeah we do
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| I’m a hustla hustla, baby, what it do?
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| Keep my neck and wrist shinin' and my diamonds see through
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| It ain’t trickin' if you got it but that’s not what we do
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| Flip the game and get a dollar out a bitch just like you
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| Wanna sit inside coupes, wanna sip on my Veuv
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| VIP, you starstruck, tryna get inside too
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| Other niggas tried to, just to slip and slide through
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| But that feelin' you provide 'em have them tryin' to wife you
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| I know you’ve been lied to but he don’t wear my size shoe
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| I’m a grinder, you’s a dime, you need a boss beside you
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| Seat back, kush smokin' every time I slide through
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| And I always pop tags and I’m always brand new 'cause I’m a
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy, yeah we do
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| I’m a hustla hustla — this tuna wrapped in seaweed
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| Solution: Newsboy cap, a white Tee and my Nikes
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| I’m a hustla hustla — it’s Patron mixed with orange
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| Yeah, kush blunts and Red Bull, stuff got me actin' brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — And my bitch is rockin' Dolce
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| Grams to the gold chains and now my records rotate
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| I’m a hustla hustla — It’s fast money over slow cake
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| But don’t do me no favors, I’m straight, nigga, no thanks
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| I always pop tags, I’m always brand new
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| I’m a hustla hustla — baby, what it do?
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| Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy, Slauson Boy, yeah we do |