Laylaw - Livin' Like Hustlers lyrics

[Intro] (*Birds chirping*) (*Someone's snoring*) (*Sample of Alarm Clock's Ringing*) Awww sh**!! [The D.O.C.] Here we go, here we go [Dr. Dre as a radio host] Wake your motherf**ing a** up This is Radio Station KM.G, 187 on your dial And what I want you to do is tune in at 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys Total K-oss and Go-Mack, they'll gonna be rocking and banging them b**hes on the traffic Jam Next stop be your music right after these messages [Skit: Commercial by white boy] "Are you tired of looking whack? "Do you wanna look cool?" "Are you tired of people being in your business?" "Well, you need not worry again, get some locs" "That's right, some locs" "For amazically low price of $499" "Now, available to hear South Central liqour store" [Dr. Dre as a radio host] Yeah, this Radio station KM.G And whenever you wanna hear some funky sh**, put your dial on 187 Now, some new music by some homeboys out of South Central Here's A.T.L, and they called this one livin' like hustlers [Cold 187Um] Let me start it off, cause I'm a player Fade into part two, I'm the number one who*e layer A mack, a player and a pimp Something much stronger than your average drink Now, correct me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshine Take a sip of my rhyme and I'll take over your mind Cause I don't think like the average thinker Call me the nightstalker of your neighborhood head shrinker 187 is like a megablast I take too many names, I kick too much a** [KM.G] KM.G, the number one mack daddy Eating chicken like a motherf**er, rolling in my Caddy With my brim cold bent to the side, I bump and slide Go-Mack in the back, 187 to the side Street Pilgrims, pioneering the land Above the Law status, with a gat in my hand A mind designed like Frank Nitty Living large on the Mic, doing damage for the city The city of toners, which is known as L.A Where the hustlers hustle and the ballers play We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way 187, what's up? What do we do at our show? [Cold 187Um] We wear black on black with the Locs and the Romeos Start stepping, unload my Mic weapon We say it's fitting, you think it's hitting K.M.G means Knowledge Most Greatly Some people like me, most people hate me In other words, I kick my gift Do you be sleeping, KM.G? No, I don't drift I lounge or lay, cause s**ers take advantage Yo, what do we do to them? Yo, we're doing damage Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters And the way that we live.. is like hustlers [Hook: Dr. Dre] AWWWWWWWoow Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler [Cold 187Um] I used to sell big lleyo on the block That when all the hardheads, gain on hard knocks I started with Gs and then I moved to keys And at this point my life went with ease In other words, my pockets was thick I didn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mitt Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please Got the crib pimped out so that the b**hes flee I bought a ride, "what Kind?" A white Corvette So I can do a ghost move when it's time to jet [KM.G] When I was nineteen, I was on my own Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone At home, or maybe on my person To clock big Gs, I'd be definitely certain To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills Yo, you was living kind of large, man On the real, deals was being made s**ers was getting sprayed In other words, we was getting paid Like hustlers [Hook: Dr. Dre] AWWWWWWWoow Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler Ooohh Lord, living like a hustler [Cold 187Um] Let me proceed, cause I got the green light For the numero uno 87, it must be hype For now, let me lay the cards on the table So you can figure out who's worried or stable I max and tax and relax and stack Gs Stick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with ease Please, get off the convoy, I think you're confused When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed, and you lose Now, A-B-O-V-E L-A-W, to some people Yo, that spells trouble But we're not a group promoting violence But when it comes to speaking the real, I won't be silent Speak all reality when I'm on the Mic So you don't have to run and have a stereotype See, see cause stereotypes will make you dumb So kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's grump [KM.G] See, the law has provided me, the KM.G That's complex with the style but done easily Pitch a b**h if I have to, you know why? I'm undercover doing dirt, I'm a hell of a spy Now numero 187 is a detonator, deadly than a hand grenade Much harder than a fool to fade Not a Forty, not a Quart or a Six-pack Me, K.M.G, Total Kaos, and Go-Mack Cause I unload my weapon with force Yeah, I'm never detected, I live respected As a baller, a player or a pimp Yo, pa** me the forty, I commence to dent [Cold 187Um] A sissy soft s**er with no title Unplug the machine, 187 is vital Like a Beretta, with a mega clip With a silencer on it, with the hollow point tip But that is our business, on that we won't dwell We make records for you to learn: Listen and Tell Tell your mammas, tell a friend, tell a fool or a jerk Tell them KM.G people it's time to put in some work Like Hustlers [Hook: until fade] Woooo haaaa Oooh Lord, living like a hustler Oooh Lord, living like a hustler