E.S.G. - Some Of These lyrics

(feat. Ms. Marylin) [Intro:] However you hustle, however you hustle However you hustle, however you hustle (however you make your money) You got a 9 to 5, and a Nike on your grind now (however you make your money) She go to school by the day, and she stripping in the night time (however you make your money) You's a hustler, who be hustling on the corner (however you make your money) Texas Florida Georgia, Louisiana California [E.S.G.:] Some of these hustlers, move bricks for chips From weed to water whip, egg soles even dip Some of these women, be taking a chance Leaving they kids home alone, while she go out and dance Some of these snitches, be giving up game Get caught with a ounce of c**aine, give the folks your whole name And some of these k**ers, jack for bread That's why most of those k**ers, end up dead And some of these police, will search your ride Be the main mo'f**er, selling dope on the side And some of these chicks, be licking for free And wonder why she can't afford, to provide the kids a TV Now some of these haters, be talking down on ya In a old Caprice, with a fake Impala sign on it And some of these haters, hate to see you looking good Smelling like Fujiama, never stunt brick wood come on [Hook: Ms. Marylin] Some of these playas, are doing they own thang Some of these playas, are really hustling Some of these women, are doin they own thang Some of these women, are really struggling Some of these playas, are doing they own thang Some of these playas, ain't doing nothing Some of these haters, ain't doing a damn thang And none of y'all punks, is fly like us [E.S.G.:] See you work by day, then you hustle by night However you get paid, playboy that's alright Go to school by the day, she stripping by the night She gotta pay the bills, so girl it's alright Lots of women out there, who love to start mess Some gay a** G's, always keeping up plex But some of these playas, be pimping these hoes Like Magic Don Juan, or my partna Rico Some of these fiends, will beg for cash Then run behind the building, and take em a blast But there's a whole lot of haters, who hate our music See they claim it ain't Hip-Hop, cause they just can't do it Some of these gangstas, they live they life nervous Some of these boppers, get pregnant on purpose Some of these judges, give brothers the blues For having a bad record, go peep the tattoos huh [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Some of these kids, don't like to go to school With three pair of pants, and only one pair of shoes Now some people die, sell ten for eleven Now see some gon go to hell, and some gon to heaven Some of these playas, scream Osa-Lam-A-Lakem Get out of jail, they eating pork chops and bacon Some of these playas, they claim y'all dogs But when your a** on lock, they won't accept your damn call Some of these families, got soaked in the mud Couldn't afford nowhere to live, no insurance during the flood Some of these gangstas, be claiming they thug But be the first to leave you stranded, when you squabbing at the club Some of these chickens, be borrowing friends clothes Got her cousin's shoes on, too small hurt the toes To all y'all haters, disrespecting the game This our year to kick a**, n***a f** taking names [Hook] [singing]