("We Hustlin'" a previous Theodore Grams song plays backwards, which is a version of "Dogtown" in reverse)
VERSE 1
I'm ridin' through my hood, Germantown Ave. coastin' (uhn)
I'm in it like tennis, this the Uptown Open
Philly this my city, it ain't gotta be spoken
On my way to a dollar, if they ask where I'm goin'
Bad b**h, natural hair, and she never had a sew in (Nillz)
Tired of these clowns, think it's time they bring a pro in (Yeah)
Tables finally turning, now everybody joe'n (huh?)
And she say BabyJesus, and I just start the glowing (laughs)
Ooh, hella swagga', I got hella swagga' (swagga)
Chains (chains), Whips (whips), but we our own masters (Ha)
And n***as know I'm Phratin' 'till I'm laying in a casket
But the way I'm stuntin', I may end up in a casket
CHORUS
[Chanting "turn up"]
Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course
And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (x2)
(We Out'chea bruh)
Channel 6, Live at 6, She asked me can I push a 6
That's three sixes, that's three b**hes, sittin' in the back of it
Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course
And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (hey, hey, hey!)
VERSE 2
I'm ridin' through my hood, Sharpnack street coastin' (right)
Treat that p**y like an ollie, bust that sh** wide open (pow, pow, pow)
Tell a hater, try harder, can't see you I'm focused (I don't see you)
Oh you ain't like my sh**; my fault I ain't even notice (laughs)
Shorty threw on a jacket, yeah, she say I'm the coldest
Put her ankles on her shoulders, have her screamin' like Otis (aghh, aghh!)
Shorty gave me some head, gave her a pack of some Orbitz
Told her if she don't dig game, then I suggest that she forfeit (ahh)
I'm on some already gone sh**
L's already sparked (sparked), and I'm already roasted
My n***as want parts (parts), and I told them to go in
I rip sh** apart (part), but already know this
CHORUS
[Chanting "turn up"]
Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course
And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (x2)
(We Out'chea bruh)
Channel 6, Live at 6, She asked me can I push a 6
That's three sixes, that's three b**hes, sittin' in the back of it
Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course
And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (hey, hey, hey!)
We Hustlin', We hustlin' (what you ain't know?)
We Hustlin', We hustlin' (what you ain't know?)
n***as hatin' (n***as hatin?)
n***as hatin' (n***as hatin?)
We Hustlin', We hustlin' (what you ain't know?)
Phrat (what you ain't know)
Philly (what you ain't know)
[Chants turn up] (what you ain't know)
(bells reverse rise out)