Fatin - Hustler (Puppet Street) lyrics

[Produced by Fatin] [Verse 1] This here is c**aine city Got four dames with me in the slow lane Coupe Deville, so hard They told me they want to sniff some unemployment lines I gave them equal opportunity, blow jobs Menace to society Drink a flask of Bacardi fast, crash, claim sobriety Still pa** a polygraph Nina in my right hand, her cousins on the night stand I ain't never work a day in my life for the white man I am the most imaginative pimp Slick sentences, diatribes defenseless When soliloquies set in, it's like cyanide Lord, I have tried to learn these hoes But they are hard headed, so god please let it be known That I'm a hustler [Hook] I'm glad we could make it out You're so cool You're so cool And it hurts, now [Verse 2] Kleptomaniac, they used to call me Lefty Poppa was a rolling stone, the streets is all he left me So now it's better when I jettison Jet set, jet ski, cool out You know man, kick back, Jet Li I even use to sta, sta, sta, sta, stutter when I talk But now the cops know that I bop with a ca ca cane When I be walking up the block The way they jock my whip I call it Secretariat Various horses inside my stable, it's hilarious Scavengers live vicariously thru the hustler pimp And bottom feed (SKRIMPS) No woman is exempt -- I hustle so that I can see weed Scrilla, deceased commanders and chiefs, seaweed Liberal, I do not discriminate with customers It's the sh** you couldn't sniff if you was Mr. Snuffleupagus Stay after that green b**h, Captain Kirk, muscle up Or eat a knuckle sandwich cause I will never struggle I'm a Hustler