Pop-A-Lot - All Hustle No Luck lyrics

I use to want to sign t o Tommy Boy Used to be on 9th Street with the Lima on me I've been draped in designer homie So now I must admit that sh** is kind of corny I can't call it these rap n***as boring Flex-A-Holic I went from missing the bus to flying foreigns Private planes gon change the weather in The Game For us We can fly into a n***as Ain't Gotta hate on us I told my daughter it's a cold world stay warm She think I'm talking J Cole songs Hold on spent my whole life with the stove on Drop it in the pot and watch it form like Voltron They locked my n***a for Distributing it no bond I cry on the inside everytime I call home Like what the f** is up tryna mask the feelings But all he wanna talk about is me coming up Plastic forks and paper plates in the kitchen cramped I just wanted to Silver Spoons that Richie had My momma sent me in the back to go get my dad I saw him sniffing in the kitchen it was different after that The realest n***a I knew as a matter of fact That same day we got the Jays my sister my sister got the Cabbage Patch My cousin just called home from cap sake I'm at the show that b**h jam-packed Smoking Anthrax this sh** loud told stand back f** the k nines I wrapped it 8 times with saran wrap n***as get snatched and they man rat Playing hard like the playoffs but they p**y like Tampax Off Word of Mouth for had clout understand that Took pounds down south on the Amtrak And that was back in 06 Before all of Purple Haze we was smoking Dro then I roll up like hold up You know it's D'usse when we Poe up Real n***a give no f**s I got the sh** off all Hustle No Luck