Randy Mac - The Hustle lyrics

Artist: Pharcyde Album: Labcabincalifornia Song: The Hustle We gotta hustle ya'll We gotta hustle (Bootie Brown) Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize Careful not to jeopardize on my chances Some n***as pack 17 to stack their advances I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado I never been one to follow I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up a**hole, watch cash flow take a downfall when your sh** not on The ball Who you gonna call? Hustle hustle hustle hustle (Schmooche) First you see a flash & then you smell smoke Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene As my people choke, the hustle I want to be down & all off into it Like Russell Simmons, I like the women's The hers not the him, Ipa** L's to my bredren In my pocket stacks ends But I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir Place down your Bottle I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle And get her overheated ready to be treated For the Schmooche Cat addiction affection To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions Blue mountain tops and purple valley Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal Tryin not to get coated up in the evil This goes out to all my Hustling people... Just do it do it do it... do it do it do it (Randy Mac) Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid Til I puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word Of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and Watch The folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart My matrimony to this playa sh** is d**h do us part And chasin papes from the nine six to infin Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight Hen Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin wit more cross Over appeal That Van Exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in Cali My partners of mine are skyballin out of control But I ain't feelin that part of the game so Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes Would love to ship my a** to Foledad or maybe Foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem For all the haters is regulated Some do it illegal Brothers just want more than their equal Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it (Big Boy) You see back in the days crime pays But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways Now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like Nini Brown Puttin s**as in fear Lettin ya know Big Boy is the n***a in charge over here I'm buying new shoes and new clothes Give me one of them two of these aw f** it n***a give me three of those My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1 Back in the days that's how my hustlin' sh** was done Then that game went astray fools droppin dime Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside Makin papes makin tapes doin dates All over the world in each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks But still got fat backs and fat stacks Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out Paper chase hustle that's what it be about Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it