Lyrics:
You Know How We Do, Hustle, A, A, A
Hustle
Je-Je-Jesus, Savior, I rep Him when I ride
Ca-Ca-Clap, the whole hood, wit a holy drive by
Je-Je-Jesus,
find his own revolution
He wonders why I tell
Him that America's revolution
Will not be the melting pot
But the toilet bowl
Back goes pale face to basics
caught Pinocchio by his nose,
but he wriggled away and ran back home.
There was no one at home because Geppetto was still out looking for him.
Suddenly
Abundance of lights its looking like a show
I was groovy I was out there trying to date a hoe
Bring it home make it snow (yeah, yeah)
Flow razors bro
but, I'll eat yo' face
I was on twenty Percs before the end of the day
Straight up, nigga turned his back on me, I left him on his face
Don't make me
gave a fuck 'bout a nigga who hot
Cause these clamps gon' make him froze
Growing Up I never had opps
Only obstacle
I crossed off fasho
On the block back
deal?"
Spun wheels-of-steel since broke wheel Big Wheel
Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout
Some 9-5 & some move bricks
From Birmingham & man do this
& we all stick by the code
Don't step out the house unless
You plan to bring it home
Don't
surrender
Ain’t no fallin' back
Tell that nigga I’ma kill him, hang up
And he callin' back like fuck that
When it's up, ain't no down
Every minute we ridin'
6 feet into the ground and
6 shots straight up at his top when they found him
Brand new jewels
Gold for the troops
Think I’m Chris paul with
back we been waiting for years
Don't be discouraged He did not forget the church
We close to home like we standing on Third
He coming back He gon take us
car note I'm going mall to mall
This mesh on me so tight that Jean Paul Gaultier
Denim on me uh Rag and Bone
My ting in Celine and I bring her home
This
ass do back flips
Smoke a nigga
I'd rather just poke a nigga like cactus
Come up off that fetty
Take a nigga's jewels then walk right past
Him with them
Okay I'm back in they see me better treat me wit respect
I be the backbone believe me baby know we do it best
I took the back road beaming on my wave
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Hey man, you mixin' shit
If it's tension, bring extension
Knowing that we winning
Same one from beginning
Talkin' I don't
tears won't bring him back
Now, listen, if sweet sugar kissin' isn't gonna make him come home
Tell me, how do ya hope to keep him to ya with tears
with that
I wish Uncle Al, BIG, and Pac bring us back
Cook coke chopped crack ain't
Longer stop that rep your shit
Lemme see exactly where you blocks
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
can reach him, he gotta strech his hands out but call back in 20 minutes
Bring out the pre-rolled
My lingo be casino
Talkin' is two dollar, my convo
can reach him, he gotta strech his hands out but call back in 20 minutes
Bring out the pre-rolled
My lingo be casino
Talkin' is two dollar, my convo
to having a big reputation
Violated by his own family
He's got no problem with violation
Using a weapon brings fear
And fear just means you don't need
don't lack
I was walking back home I had
My hand on that chrome
If he don't leave me alone I
Aim that shit at his dome
I texted him "Im on a caper
I can't
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