Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slauson, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Date of issue: 06.05.2013
Song language: English
Slauson |
| Look I’m comin straight out of Slauson, a crazy motherfucker name Nipsey! |
| I’m turfed up cause I grew up in the Sixties! |
| Caution! |
| To you rap niggas try and diss me! |
| I go hard that’s why yo' bitch wanna flip me |
| Big guns niggas turn rivals into rosaries |
| Extended clips I give a fuck who you 'posed to be |
| Straight off the block I sold dope to buy groceries |
| Now it’s rap money no advance it’s all royalties |
| You broke nigga you could follow me |
| It’s fuck bitches get money keep some hollow tips logically |
| And I’m from where homicide boost the economy |
| Pay taxes to these corners and put in work it’s a policy |
| It’s white chalk on the corners |
| It’s yellow tape on the gates… choppers up above |
| That’s Cause and turnin Loc’s runs the streets where I’m from |
| This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music |
| Plus money and bitches that’s the way that we do it |
| First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on |
| We come through daytime with the lights on |
| Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' chain swang |
| You gettin dollars like a doctor but you gangbang |
| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |
| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |
| Blue rag, S-hat, gold on my neck fat |
| Guns case catch that, neighborhood, I rep that |
| Shoot first, ask last, move work, fast cash |
| hurst, tip dabs, squabble if you get mad |
| And in my lifetime, I seen a lot of death |
| A couple cold nights, it look like it was nothin left |
| But God got me, so I got him tatted on my flesh |
| Slauson — nigga, you ain’t heard shit yet |
| Cuzzy, Cobby, Hoodsta Rob, Tiny Draws |
| Dippin Stone, when he come home — then baby, we dog |
| And cain’t forget my big brother Black Sanchez |
| A young nigga with a million dollar plan |
| This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music |
| Guns money and bitches that’s the way that we do it |
| First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on |
| We come through daytime with the lights on |
| Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' chain swang |
| You gettin dollars like a doctor but you gangbang |
| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |
| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |
| I came from nothin — so did every other rapper |
| Save the spectulation, real banger, gun clapper |
| SILENCE! |
| — Henny, I’ll posses you with the Mac |
| I’ll turn him into candle on the curb over blood splat |
| Fuck Rest in Peace shirts, nigga where ya guns at? |
| Hittin been two weeks and we ain’t seen no get back |
| Type of shit is that, yo Crippin is wack |
| You ain’t poppin you ain’t turfed up, nigga — you off deck |
| I promise, I’ll be out helpin with the pump |
| Gooned up, black hoody on, chopper in the trunk |
| Ready to hop out, and do my muh’fuckin stuff |
| SIX-OH, NIGGA, dats wassup — HUH! |
| This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music |
| Guns money and bitches that’s the way that we do it |
| First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on |
| We come through daytime with the lights on |
| Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' chain swang |
| You gettin dollars like a doctor but you gangbang |
| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |
| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |