Webbie - How Hustlers Do It lyrics

(*talking*) Bounce, Paul Wall let's see if we can make these hoes bounce Keke what's up n***a, (The Day Hell Broke Loose part 1, 2, 3) [Webbie] Now I been looking around, I see some pretty lil' thangs out This all making sense, thats' the reason why I came out Big fine, make you wanna squeeze letting it hang out Addictive and deceivers, one of these I'ma bring out Meet me at the bar, I don't like the way they treat me at the bar So I snuck a couple gallons, out the car Oh boy this b**h thick, you know we like the times when it's thick Me and the click get the shine, on all b**hes Big fat diamond chain, know I'm blinding those b**hes Work that big fat thang, wish she had mo' titties But she got enough bank, to take the snack so I ain't tripping I was hitting she was licking Paul Wall, that's pimping Told her might as well keep your drawas off, cause all n***as all right Down the hall, and bout doing some'ing with ya From the artist to record em mayn, the whole trio hit her Then she hollered, I ain't never f**ed this many real n***as [Hook] This how them hustlers do it, I prolly creep with em I don't love em, I don't smoke and I don't lean with em Yeah y'all nothing but tens, if I'm seen with em It don't take that much, for me to lean with em And money raining, look I'm staying Whatever in here, she ain't doing no complaining Money raining, look I'm staying Whatever in here, she ain't doing no complaining [Lil' Keke] Straight to the bar, for a shot of Patrone If I wink and she blink, garunteed it's on This pimping over here, baby play no game With them shorts in your a**, you lil' nasty thang Hey after the club, it's the hotel lobby The Don is the truth, not a carbon copy She drunk and sloppy, and full of them beans My team is kushed out, and we full of that lean Pull out the magnum, I'm tightly strapped It was straight to the slab, with her head in my lap I'm high as a moon, candy maroon 84's and bu*ter rolls, so n***a stay tuned A playa for real, they see the stacks I'm gaining This Swishahouse trick, and the money is raining California king, I keep three in the bed I was getting some head, get-getting some head [Hook] [Yung Redd] I ain't Mannie, but I'm fresh Got a house full of swishas, mayn I'm rolling up the best know I'm tal'n bout A lil' bit of that kush, just to give me that push Paint wet like rain, boy them hoes gon look Slim frame, T. Farris got my paper large Fame and your gal, I'm on her IPOD I been shining, and I ain't lying Head to the Harlem Nights, money flying Ran with whole some'ing screwed, if you ain't know Different color flavors in my chain, taste the rainbow It's real talk, let me show you what the hood like Fate similar that you'll, taste the good life Different hoes, different reasons Yeah I hustle all year, so I'm balling all season Purple rain, got me leaning You on the sideline talking, but I got the hoes leaving [Hook]