Young Tre - Keep Hustlin' lyrics

[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH! [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah! [WC] Dub Cya, neeeah! [E-40] Uhhhh, hah! [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? [E-40] Wha**upish weebelations? [WC] $hort Dog, we all hogs [TS] Ain't nuttin n***a, it's that pimp sh** bwoy [E-40] 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 sh**?" 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, n***a we roll like dice For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise Where you from, what's your name, motherf**er 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 b**h-a** 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 a** baby mama, she's a botch b**h 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 "f** 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 Chorus [E-40] 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 n***as from the Calliope If you tryin to get high, what you pa**ing 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 b**h Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin' I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion Chorus $hort Dawg, you know we players main Get your money n***a [E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change [TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch [E-40] Dub C! [TS] Neeeah! Neeeah! [WC] You know I'm takin mine nya! [E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know? BEYOTCH!