Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Hustlin , by - WC. Song from the album The Shadiest One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Record label: Dub Online
Song language: English
Keep Hustlin |
| Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH! |
| BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! |
| Huh-ha, hah! |
| Dub Cya, neeeah! |
| Uhhhh, hah! |
| Fonzarelli, what’s crackin loc? |
| Whassupish weebelations? |
| $hort Dog, we all hogs |
| Ain’t nuttin nigga, it’s that pimp shit bwoy |
| We doing our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH! |
| Verse One: WC |
| Thinkin of a master plan |
| Cause ain’t naytin but crumbs inside my hand |
| So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence |
| Thinkin, «How can I get paid for spinning this gangsta shit?» |
| A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream |
| Of swerving 740 Beem’s and count G’s from money machines |
| My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice |
| For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise |
| Where you from, what’s your name, motherfucker what you sayin? |
| Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and |
| Smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement |
| Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer |
| International resider world-wider packing heat |
| Mashin for the cheddar with No Limits like Master P |
| Found my glitch in this rap game, now I’m steady bustin |
| Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin |
| Chorus: *unknown singers* |
| Keep hustlin' -- cause I’m all about mine, yeah yeah |
| Keep on hustlin'… droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin |
| Keep hustlin' -- true players play it all night long |
| Keep on hustlin'… on and on |
| Verse Two: E-40 |
| Check it out; |
| Dub C? |
| the below? |
| system |
| Got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on? |
| PGA any man? |
| Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash |
| Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain’t got no water |
| Plus I heard that the police department homicide division |
| Wanna holla at me about a manslaughter |
| Triflin ass baby mama, she’s a botch bitch think I’m rich |
| Don’t know the outcome, talkin bout «He got bread, he on Dub album» |
| I play ya like dick and bend a dick’s dream how can I focus (hocus pocus) |
| When I’m famous as «fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice» |
| These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute |
| Knowin that we unrecouped |
| E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. |
| Charlie Hustle |
| Knockin though, knock a ho without a penny in my pocket |
| I don’t come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive |
| Tapes and CD’s be my nine to five |
| Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established |
| Long money, way before I signed for cabbage |
| Get your marbles main, get your paper … glorify your paper route |
| Verse Three: Too $hort |
| Yeah |
| I’m coming from a fashion show, with a flashy ho |
| Smoking indo from the Valley-jo |
| Like them 3rd Ward niggas from the Calliope |
| If you tryin to get high, what you passing fo'? |
| Top notch on my right smelling smoke |
| But she don’t know about the hustlin' that I did when I was broke |
| My best customers, real macks and G’s |
| Dope-fiend beats on the backstreets |
| Me and Freddie B selling game |
| Custom made tapes with your name, you can’t complain |
| I always been about the business, I ain’t changed |
| As long as I’m in it, I’m staying the same |
| Ghetto star, feeling the pavement |
| I’m always down to earth, trying to get paid bitch |
| Ain’t no secret, to what I’m doin' |
| I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion |
| $hort Dawg, you know we players main |
| Get your money nigga |
| E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change |
| You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch |
| Neeeah! |
| Neeeah! |
| You know I’m takin mine nya! |
| Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face |
| Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know? |
| BEYOTCH! |