Will Power - Hustle lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] Rolling with the top down, on peanut bu*ter guts Trolling, I'm about to clown Let me go and turn the ba** up (Turn it up) Holding that Glock nine, in case a hater run up Golden, I'm the sh** now, so your b**h on my nuts I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor It's just me and that dodo These bops strolling, I stop and poke 'em But I'm trying to get that dough, ho Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo It's just me strapped up like a GoPro And I'm one deep; Han Solo Laws trying to capture me like a photo, hustle All I need is two cups of drank With the system crank in the fifth of faint See me pulling pranks in my candy paint Pull broads around me in crowds Vouge tires when I hit the breaks My hustle sk**s you can't debate Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank Till I'm dead and up in them clouds Getting to the cake, man, f** your faith Riding outta state with a Texas plate Speakers in the back beating like an ape 4 15"s Rockford Fosgate Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait Save the bullsh**, I ain't gotta cape All I got till I'm in the grave Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle [Hook: Yelawolf] (2X) Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle) Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle) Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013 Boy, we gotta (hustle) We gotta, we gotta (hustle) You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle) [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe in the people That I was put in-front of and told that I had an opportunity To become a part of a situation that put me in a position To maybe some day break out of a small town, I guess I fell for the okey-doke I suppose, I couldn't turn around in the hokey-poke game To see lames and other folks who thought a joke was being played on me Oh well, the story goes again, here we go again I'll again frown while the motherf**ers grin I can hear the sound of the gate closing in And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in Cause they all wanna go sight-seeing Hop in the Chevy and ride for a little while Then they kinda wanna drive Even make a turn, off a road you ain't familiar with And offer to pay for the gas for a little bit, then Before you know it, you got a best friend But when he started off, he was just hitch-hiking Should have heard real when they said "Wolf for real If ya chill, then you'll find another one just like him" But it's hard as a motherf**er to say No When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro And everything that he's saying He's saying to pay him close attention So you put your hand low Palms out, opened, hoping And you can't even see that engine smokin' Plus all the money that he gave, you owe him Rear view mirrors all of them broken Black boys, white boys, just a token For the slot-machine, and the gambling notion Scamming and scoping, the animal inside The cannibal chose him, me I fell for another man's hustle [Hook]